“fake snow on Douglas firs” by Sasha at Thor Espresso Bar

Thurssday, February 23, 2012 at Thor Espresso Bar
5 minutes
The Kite Runner
Khaled Hosseini

The river had salmon then.
Now we see just “fish”
packaged in styrofoam and saran.
We don’t even know her name.
Smokestacks outstack haystacks.
House of Visa Master Amex cards.
Huff and puff and blow the house down!
Cabbage patch kids with dollar sign eyes and bellies with gemstones
Always hungry
Never full.
Forget about the future!
We’re now now now!
The NOW generation!
Generation XYZzzzzzz!
Forget about miniature golf lanes!
Glow in the dark bowl!
Light me up NOW! ow ow ow.
Soothe me NOW! ow ow ow.
NOW we’ve WON!
2012 palindrome.

The river had salmon then.
We don’t remember our own names,
the ones our mothers chose so carefully,
Measuring star charts and heart beats and tiny fingers and toes.
Poseidon sings his Tom Waits timbre,
Grieving the faceless fish.