I Was Promised Flying Cars

Moving the fabric of my bed sheets
between my index and thumb,
imagining all the ways my fingerprints are known.

I was told there would be flying cars
by now.

Replicants?  How funny would that be
by now.

between my index and thumb,
imagining all the ways my fingerprints are known.

It is good to laugh.  Or is it?  I would love to
take teeth.

Every person should have a hobby once mating
falls through.

Prioritizing concerns, once age becomes a real
parcel of actual time is sort of important.
There is a space on the shelf
with a jar that has your name on it
gathering dust.