This year
the day is today and I can’t remember yesterday
or tomorrow.
Last year
things felt more connected, as if actions had an effect
on outcomes.
This year
I feel trapped in a hamster wheel, where nothing can really
matter or happen.
Next year
I can’t begin to predict how we’ll exist, either in this cage
or outside it.
This year
all I expect is the very next step, as the treadmill spins
out of control.
