A Psychoanalysis of the End of the World, Part 1

The state of the world

Guilt hangs low in the soul –
a woman barely sixty
but ready to go somewhere outside the house –
a little fresh air,
but wait!
the home insulates cleanliness,
white.
outside is worse than…
worse than …? is what she wants to know,
but hasn’t had a basis of comparison in centuries
of ….

and lip surgeries.
She has bitten, again, through her stitches
gnawing at a possibility of something else
something more,
something
yellowed,
a chance
for her alone.
For herself
she would live
gracefully.