Out of Control
This year

the day is today and I can’t remember yesterday

or tomorrow.

Last year

things felt more connected, as if actions had an effect

on outcomes.

This year

I feel trapped in a hamster wheel, where nothing can really

matter or happen.

Next year

I can’t begin to predict how we’ll exist, either in this cage

or outside it.

This year

all I expect is the very next step, as the treadmill spins

out of control.
['Emma Briggs']
['Control', 'Resistance Poetry', 'Poetry', 'Social Change', '2020']