missing pieces
the missing piece
there's a missing piece
i know is missing only because i can see its outline and the space inside.
the space inside might be memory. a past vision for the possibility of an uncorrupted future?
A collective hallucination of better and better.
the missing piece was once as real as a t-bone, has since been eaten by being American, being a capitalist- when it was way past a good idea to be one.
a different missing piece
the, (a different missing piece)
fuzzy around the edges. it blinks on and off like a slow red light in the dark, rage.
something like an echo laughs in snide reply “ you're not real unless you're dying anonymously for the cause