there are people
crossing the street
that look programmed
not like robots
but like docile
terminators
or something
if they looked like
‘straight up robots'
i think i would
feel better.
i want
to get beyond
wanting
i want to make the noise
a snowman makes
as ‘he/she/it' melts
i want to reorganize
the hierarchy of ‘he/she/it'
to ‘it/she/he' without
seeming like it matters.
i want to transform
into a snow-person
for ‘obvious reasons'
snow-people
easily identify the sun
as their enemy
as a snow-person i would
hold my polar molecules tight
and keep my carrot nose
and ice chin up if the sun
tried to ruin me.
as a snow-person
i could fight for ‘things'
in my immediate reality
i am sitting in a car
perfectly able
and aimlessly bored
thinking idly about
‘dismantling oppressive
ideologies' and ‘reducing
pain and suffering in general'
all i can seem to say is
‘f**' a lot of things
and feel inadequate
and look at my face
in the rear view mirror
and make sarcastic
facial expressions
like ‘looking really excited'
then quickly switching to
‘looking really bored'
and ‘everyone ever'
seems hindered
with a limited list of possible
actions, lexicons, and
facial expressions -
‘is this all we will ever be'
‘does it matter'
‘what'