Unrequited; or, Exiling One’s Self from One’s Self
This is based on a true story
(which it cannot be):
All of us—all human beings—
can see into the future. There ain’t
no need for a palmist or sooth-
sayer or shit. But there is not one of us—
not one!—who can see into the past,
even though it just happened
a fuckingnano-second ago,
Let me prove it to you:
Sooner or later, the world ends
in fire, with burning seas and spew-
ing mountains all over the place.BUT
looooong before that, people—
all human beings--are going to
fuck themselves to death
with all sorts of machines,
and sex robots, and business deals
and pollution-laser shit.
Meanwhile, in the forests,
plants will make seeds,
seeds will make more plants,
and the earth will rise straight up
out of the ocean, like a tumor,
or an earthworm in fresh soil.
And all of this I know already.
And all of this I will take.
But you hear me first,
before you leap into that future:
In the corner of this room—
This very room!—a television is telling me
America used to be famous.
I say: My God, to who, goddammit?