Poetry from the Void

I.

Plastic in my blood
Plastic in the ocean too
We are all connected

II.

Five gyres in the sea
Five is the holy number
Even trash knows truth

III.

I drink from the void
The void drinks from plastic cups
Circular econ

IV.

My body stores it
Evidence of my living
In this plastic age

V.

Forever, they said
And they meant it—forever
Now forever's here

VI.

Synthetic fibers
In rain, in snow, in my lungs
Nature's been replaced

VII.

I wanted to be
Part of something eternal
Not plastic, but here

VIII.

Ocean fish eat it
I eat ocean fish, and thus
Become what I kill

IX.

My children will have
More plastic in them than I
Inheritance, grim

X.

Even in the womb
Plastic precedes breath—we are
Born contaminated

XI.

They say it breaks down
Into smaller pieces, but
Never disappears

XII.

Like memories, like
Trauma, like our digital
Footprints—forever

XIII.

What will future dig
Up from our layer? Just this:
Plastic, bones, plastic

XIV.

Microplastics found
In the Mariana Trench
Deeper than the light

XV.

In clouds, in mountains,
In pristine snow, in the rain—
No place remains pure

XVI.

I do my part, but
My part is a drop and they
Make waves of plastic

XVII.

Still, I try. Still, I
Carry my bag, my bottle.
Still. Futile. Still. Still.

Coda

Microplastics, yes
But also microjoys, brief
Moments still plastic-free

Like this one, writing
These poems (on plastic keyboard)
Irony complete

Read these haiku slowly, one per breath cycle.

Inhale: plastic enters.

Exhale: plastic remains.

This is the cycle.

This is the meditation.

This is our world.

We didn't make it alone, but we're in it together.

The microplastics connect us.

Horrifying, but also somehow unifying.

We are all made of the same synthetic materials now.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Actually, don't answer that. You won't.
You left me on read in the usual way,
Two checkmarks blue, but engagement: none.

Perhaps you're busy, or perhaps you're dead,
Or maybe you just don't know what to say.
I check my phone, refresh, and go to bed,
And wake up to the same silence next day.

They say that silence speaks volumes, but when?
This silence only speaks of my despair.
I type and delete messages, again,
Pretending that I don't really care.

So this is modern love, I understand:
Two blue checkmarks left forever on "read,"
A ghost, a chat, an extended hand,
And words that die before they're ever said.

If you still breathe, drop a like or reply,
But if you're gone, at least tell me goodbye.

The One Who Ghosted You

Active 3 weeks ago

You matched on Tuesday

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This conversation has been quiet for 3 weeks

I will meal prep, I said
On Sunday, full of hope and vegetables
I bought the containers
(They're still in the package)

I will eat healthy, I said
Downloaded an app
(Deleted it after two days)

Something I found in the back of the fridge
(Was it good? Unclear. Am I alive? Apparently)

This is very spiritual if you think about it
Impermanence
Entropy
The futility of fighting decay
The vegetables teach this
Silently
Smellily
From the crisper drawer

In which we cross lines for the sake of art, or chaos, or both

These limericks were deemed "too spicy" for publication. We're publishing them anyway.

If you're easily offended, skip this thread.
If you're not easily offended, these might offend you anyway.

Eris delights in crossing lines. We're just following orders.

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Replying to @eaborealismissacinitium

I. The Startup

There once was a startup called "disruption"
Whose business model was corruption
They pivoted to grift
Called it "paradigm shift"
And blamed regulation for the eruption

II. The Guru

A guru sold wellness and light
For five hundred dollars a night
She said "heal your soul"
While deep in a hole
Of credit card debt—shining bright!

III. The Influencer

An influencer seeking more fame
Made vulnerability her brand name
She shared all her pain
(For engagement and gain)
Authenticity's just a game

IV. The Algorithm

There once was an algorithm so bright
It could predict what you'd like at first sight
But it learned from us all
Our biases and all
Now it's racist and thinks it's right

V. The Meditation App

I downloaded an app to find peace
My anxiety, it claimed, would decrease
But the push notifications
Caused more aggravations
My stress has increased, not released!

VI. The Crypto Bro

A crypto bro swore it was real
"Decentralized finance! What a deal!"
But when the crash came
He had no one to blame
But the blockchain (and how did that feel?)

VII. The Life Coach

A life coach declared she had found
The secret to joy—it's profound!
"Just manifest more!"
But when clients grew poor
She claimed they weren't manifesting sound

VIII. The Minimalist

A minimalist said "Own less stuff!"
"Material goods are enough!"
But her course cost three-hundred
Her book sales had thundered
Minimalism sure made her enough

IX. The Productivity Guru

A guru of productivity swore
"Wake at five! Do much more!"
So I woke before dawn
Now my health is withdrawn
Productivity? I'm exhausted and sore

X. The NFT

An NFT sold for a million
The buyer felt like a civilian
Of digital art
But the market fell apart
Now it's worth less than a crouton

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