Clio M.W. Hamilton

still life as a dreamscape on pause

it was a simulation all along. you wake up. 
you are on an alien planet with captain america and he says: you know
i always thought gay people were alright. you wake up.
there are worms in your hands. you wake up. 
maybe the real simulation was the friends we made along the way!
you wake up. 
google searches of “what day is it” are spiking 
dramatically. you wake up. you are on 
an alien planet with captain america but he is a worm and
he says: how many hearts do i have? you wake up. 
you are stuck in a four-dimensional elevator with a fifth
grade teacher and all of the days it has ever been. you wake
up. it’s friday? you wake up. 
the fifth grade teacher asks you the real meaning of life and
you say maybe it was the friends we made along the way and
she says well that’s awfully optimistic of you. you wake up.
all of the days it has ever been are asking you the real meaning
of captain america. was it gay people? you wake up. you
are an alien planet and you hold the heat 
of your world inside 
infinite hearts. you wake up. 
how many hearts do you have? you wake up. 
how many hearts do 
you have? you wake up. 
how many hearts do you 
have? you wake 
up.