ADDICTED TO POSSIBILITY
I, too crave a fix to *gestures widely* all of it I want to be a person of substance, they said, a person who can't keep can't keeping up with the voices in my hand, the phone summoned screen screams, every new novelty placed in my veins, into our flame monster era— madness powers a body like this changing climate hobbles what's possible in ecosystems there's only outside this system ick toxic wretched vision has everything and nothing for us the same farce found pounding in the walls of this brain in each cell membrane a gluttony, a lush beautiful somewhat-ethylene rush do I mean dopamine duh but I'm mean enough to sour on myself to realize this isn't what I was sold and then realize it's about who pays the toll— the kind of possibility that's my favorite gripping me is not green nor gold— it's anything for everyone as in power/possibility redistributed the way that has me letting go, free. I want to be, they said. Just to be.
— Adam Powers