The Great Drying-Up is coming.
I can feel it in
the way I’m beginning
Like suddenly I don’t care
about lemon candy or
the nervous filaments on the inside
of lightbulbs or
the way bismuth, like water, is denser when it’s liquid.
It is coming,
and with it, the knowledge
that I will have to spend the rest of this life
I cannot conceive of a fate worse than this.