JulyPoWriMo 15

If this year is an indication of
Time’s intractable elasticity
The past four months have easily lasted
As long as a whole administration
Meanwhile some of us are still stuck in March
Hoping to open the doors by Easter
Instead we’ve been drinking our lives away
Waiting for sourdough starters to arise
Ticking off human’s inhumanity
To other humans or maybe science
The fabric of our lives collecting spit
To throw it in other people’s faces
Maybe we don’t deserve the earth at all
The comet in the sky was made to fall