Future Things
Only the things we have lost,
and misplaced still matter.
Hoarders know how the future
looks like an empty room.
Tomorrow is hung together
on old key rings,
our words duct-taped
to a garage microwave oven.
A god you can imagine
adds you as a future thought
to whatever comes next.
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