Gen X Maybe we weren’t resourceful. Maybe we were just confused. Maybe we lost our way. Maybe we lost our shoes in a pond with a surface like a screen without words or songs from the future disconnected walking barefoot down the long screen to the future which doesn’t have a phone or a bookstore or a workplace and is leaking like snow cone purple across the tile. We follow cracks from lock to key through the back screen door. To be safe you touch the tree growing upwards towards the moon and on up towards the light pollution that blurs what’s happened. Together with what might.