I did not ask to be
here sitting across from
you, did not want my
cup’s saucer filled with spilled
coffee, microplastics in the
blood. I know how you
hate things like that, the routine
mess of this world.
I once did a series of trolley problems
online and clicked on doom for
everyone — saints, monsters, leading
intellectuals — didn’t hesitate or
even think that hard about it really.