DPF / Harvey

For science fiction, too, in all its nonfiction foreshadows, from Modern Life.

from The Future of Terror / 7 / by Matthea Harvey

We spun the glob to forget
our grievances. Greenland: gone.
The Gulf, a blurry gouache.
We went on hayrides and watched
the gulls glide overhead, though
our health insurance no longer covered
hayrides, only icewater, aspirin
and iris inspections, which the individualists
outside the gate said infringed on their inalienable