4 October 2025
so, stupidly, prick
blisters, popped up all over, my skin, with no
apparent cause, and they don’t itch
yet, don’t hurt, a postmodern mysterious
malady, i could get used to them, but
i just heard another planetary boundary being
passed, so two plus two equals four, though
you could tell that to most and they wouldn’t
want to think about the equation, and who’s
in the firing line, and what the blisters meta-
phorically pump messages at, my firing
heart. i want everything to be all right, thinks
the dying human, i don’t know what’s wrong
think the rest, and no one is really
addressing the situation, least of all me