Dead weight is so heavy. All two hundred thirty five pounds of me that I carry from one room to the next, guilt-ridden and in debt. He deserves everything, and I know I’ve tried my best, but I couldn’t keep any of my promises, regardless. He’s gagging in the next room hard enough to shake his frame. I wish I knew the reason and I hope it can be changed. If I did anything right in life, I’d like to believe that it was taking him home and giving him a name and every last piece left of me. I’d take all the calluses and scars from working way too hard to make sure he had his favorite food, the kind that’s mostly broth all over again, no regrets. I’d build him castles out of cardboard, even cut my fingertips off just to see him hide inside happily. They ran every blood test money can buy, on someone else’s dime. I know he’s still young. It’s not time, but I spend every day terrified. So many dollars and so few answers, as it always seems to go with animal doctors. She tells me he seems
First inhalations past the threshold, wordless perfume somewhere between dust, sunlight blooming floral in an open mouth, and linen. My grandfather said his first action home after slipping the tired strap of his travel-bag off his shoulders was to kiss the coverlet of his bed, and at eight I couldn't comprehend. Now I understand it is prayer and apology for wanderlust, infidelity to spaces we so often take for granted. I cannot steal his ritual, so mine lingers in breath instead-- I refuse to breathe until I open the door, until I hunger for home, and home becomes my lungs again. I breathe around the word like wine, lips closing around the syllable, a spoonful of shepherd's pie. I am the sommelier of journey's end; it is never the same bouquet twice. Sometimes the rice has gone bad in the fridge, overpowering the ghost of lavender; Sometimes three o'clock warms old candle wax, leaving notes of peony and laughter. I savor all the same. I wonder if the doorframe
ALIENATION, ALIEN MINDS AND THE LOSS OF HUMANITIES by RJBG, literature
Literature
ALIENATION, ALIEN MINDS AND THE LOSS OF HUMANITIES
Human cultures, species, specimens Under the microscope Flying underneath the radar Petri-dishes and saucers of secrets Artificial intelligence, the super-race Supremacy and the want to play the hand of God Genetics encryption, DNA sequencing and encoding of defects, defaults and the loss of biodiversity Gone viral, virus in the program The impoverished and the makings of social disease and the over breeding of super bugs to help cull and control The worlds populations and populous Hidden political agendas of political gain and political correctness The far right and the far left And the loss of common sense and the common consensus Over policed over and under stated The powers of uniformity, conformity The control of freedom of speech and the freedom of information The taking of our liberty equality's, democracies and sharing of self leadership amongst ourselves and the common peoples' ability to lead and govern themselves Communism the values of over socialism And