2050

by amy sharp


in the future we'll have our hearts mended 
like dropping off a coat to the cleaners
the science will be bright and simple
no more booze or backseat taxi rides
into the night
swollen eyes 
bad decisions dressed
in denim
only a shot
a reset
from a trained nurse
a heartbreak doctor
who stands in an airy room somewhere
and makes small talk while she gives you 
a drug that makes it all
go away
and you remember things
you just can’t put your finger on the pulse

under your skin anymore

I don't care about you
you are like
mustard
I'm indifferent