YEAR 2025 Poem: 2025: Many Futures, by Rikki Horvatic

2025
the year of our Lord
wait
no
not that savior
who turns us
topsy turvy at the
whim of a crooked grin and
lies that spill from it
slick oil, poison words
that loosen us from gravity
the world gets flipped on its head,
more crying babies, mamas,
answers, PLEASE!
Then, shock and awe when
the snowglobe of this
breakable reality gets
set right again
well, right-ish…
actually, the table is sort of slanted
and we’re laying on our side now
and we’re rolling off the the edge now
a free fall into precarious
uncertain futures
except one where
skin meets skin
and we entangle limbs
and lives
and outcomes
and your dignity
is mine
mine is yours
futures where
talk to your neighbor means
check in with family
and when those in helmets and boots
come knocking
ready to take one
they better be prepared
to take us all.

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