The Plastic Flying Miracle
A poem in the era of climate change
The trash bag spent all Spring
Disentangling itself from the Winter Melt.
Its handles fluttered like eyelids
Its crinkly lungs heaved and lifted
And caught the breeze
Before the dandelion tufts could.
.
Cartwheeling in twilight, light as laughter
It swung over the fizzy river static
Panting polyethylene breaths overhead, glimpsing
Translucent condoms and lavender tampons
As holographic as dragonfly wings
Sugared in opioid fantasies and here to stay a million years.
.
Doom scrolling down the Hudson
Twilight dreams download the plump, fleshy pixels
Where injection needles and silicon Instagram girls
Slide down this human outflow
Down this oil slick mirror
Until the Sun
collapses
to an
ink
blot
Until that hushed singularity
Punctures Reality
By the sheer mass of our beautiful pulpy delusions
I come to the same conclusion
Oh god, we won’t stop until time extinguishes us
And our plastic flying miracle deflates
Plummeting into the oil slick we’ve made
While the gasping planet we could have saved
Watches billionaires binge feed us desires
We never knew we hungered for.
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