I can see my future
it's posted on the bulletin board
in the kitchen at the restaurant
I can see my future
it's in a spreadsheet
I received via email
I can see my future
it's the time it takes
on public transit
counting backwards
from an hour before my flight
at the same time a feeling
of being on a conveyor belt
into the past
transferring from work to bus
to train to plane
to a place where
nothing is possible
note to self
never turn 26 again
I tilt my head back
to keep the tears in my eyes
