Would rather have imitated
somebody else’s perceived representation
of what waited to be realized.
I was suddenly the visionary glimpse of a future,
everybody remembered missing.
Everybody loves a seer, I thought.
And things got dark pretty quickly after that.
Like the moment I had to admit that
my day just plain sucked.
I thought my throat would close
and that my last thought would be my last breath,
self contained and deafeningly bright