Reminiscing about a Parent from the Edge of the XR Capsules
The world is a joke as much as
It’s your chessboard.
Except you are the only king, and
Every other piece is a pawn for your
Defense or pleasure.
You’ll break the same ruler you use
To slap the wrists of the world-
But only when someone tries
To measure your mistakes.
Our mess is a nuisance
While yours is a process that resembles
Chaos.
Gasoline will never give you the high
You get from huffing your own
Polyester greatness.
You think your name will grace history books.
But,
The only signs you were here after you’re gone
Will be a granite slab
And igloos of therapy bills, forming
On the kitchen tables of your descendants.
Reminiscing about a Parent from the Edge of the XR Capsules by Thé Lockwood
Thé Lockwood (she/her/and whatever else she likes) divides her time between spiritual pursuits, sending letters to the incarcerated, creating visual art, and engaging her literary talent and working and volunteering as an animal rights activist. She resides in the West Tennessee area.
