by Phoenix Tesni
there is a future that beckons to us,
glinting & gleaming like a double-edged
sword, smirking & snickering like a cat
that knows more about you than your
mind, dark & quiet like an abandoned
heart. you can try & dig & probe &
crawl your way in but you will always
find yourself back here, with only the
next moment within reach. blink:
the future is now the past. nostalgia
sits with her legs up on the dashboard,
refusing to read the map ahead as you
go round & round in circles. she says,
there is no sense in looking at directions
to anywhere. or everywhere. or nowhere.
you let go of the steering wheel. the car
keeps moving. or the world does, outside.
you cannot tell the difference anymore.
Phoenix Tesni (she/her) is a 22 year old self-diagnosed artist & poet from New Delhi. She has forthcoming works in Morning Fruit Magazine, Verum Literary Press, bloodbathhate, Sage Cigarettes, Cloudscent Journal, tigers zine lit, and elsewhere. When Phee isn’t writing, she likes to practice falling in love with life over and over again. You can find her at phoenixtesni.carrd.com or @PhoenixTesni on twitter.