The future has what-a-body and a fantastic haircut.
She wears runway clothes
from an unpronounceable designer.
The future is featured in every
oh-my-look-at-that magazine.
She offers me comfort in her arms
while she steals my wallet.
The future feeds me ice cream
topped with chocolate and delusions.
She manicures her claws
and retracts them while I’m looking.
The only thing I have to fear
is the future herself.
inspired by Morgan Parker’s “Search for the New Land:”
published in Scuzzbucket
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