THE END
Any sense is stumbling,
I believe with the greatest
ability to do so.
A thousand breakfasts go by
without a single plate.
This is a world where the cars
drive themselves
and the children tuck us in
at night. Somehow, we don’t mind
the thought that we might
not wake up or even be reincarnated
after the world whimpers and whines
toward its mournful end.
I like that look on your face—
let me keep on guessing
wordlessly and thoughtfully.
It’s time to leave this place
worse off than we found it.
Adam Clay is the author of The Wash. His second book, A Hotel Lobby at the Edge of the World, is forthcoming from Milkweed Editions. He co-edits Typo Magazine.