My Anthropocene

by Snežana Žabić

I am a lowercase me in the chilly breeze
strung out folks wait wait wait
I walk in my ballet flats,
pencil skirt, boatneck sweater

stop at the green light
why won’t she go
why this instant 
tension at the x

sprinkle my inquiry
shake the space station
pet Mayakovsky’s cat
under the traffic light
that only shows
three phases of the moon

I will live your futurism
If you will live mine

I see wet cement and imagine
softly imprinting my naked
back in that porridge of silicates and oxides
one vertebra at a time

that’s how I’ll leave
my fossil trace no paleontologist
will ever need

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Photo cover by Julia Dragan