young atomic drivers
bend round the highway curve
all the way
to an electric LED night
they love the smell of an ozone fog
the way it irradiates as their headlights shine through
dashing boys and girls
working to be equal amongst equals
new climate babes
born to the tune of celebrities’ calls
howling at wifi satellites streaking across their night sky
they study the brand new truth:
things will get worse before they get worse
so they hold the world up and kiss it goodbye
then eat the billionaires’ flesh, sun-dried russet, shriveled-chewy on the asphalt in the heat
Inspired by the Spooky Season. Illustration by Fred Ni.
Yikes.
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