Welcome to Dystopia

This is Dystopia.

I feed myself from plastic wrap,
suckling at the breast of
chemical preservatives and
the advertising industry.
Marketing, she mothers me.
She teaches me I am wrong
looking, wrong
speaking, wrong
mostly just for being, but she,
she can fix me.

This is Dystopia.

I am too big and too small.
My breasts do not overflow my gown.
They do not lie flat beneath
a size 2 party dress that some chick
puking up her breakfast wore
on a runway in Pair-ree.
I carry a rounded waist of
GMO wheat just as hard to shake
as the beer belly on the redneck
at table eight.
I can give up food and just eat
air bubbles and
new bright shoes that cost
more than the house my friend is
living in, just barely making it
on borrowed time and sinking
mortgage.

This is Dystopia.

I am stretch marked from baby sons.
I am brain weary from special needs and
growing boys who eat and eat and eat
and fight with one another like this
is our own kind of arena, our own
gladiator games to win the love
and the approval.
I can go under the knife and come out
smooth and hire a nanny
and someone to cook and clean
my house,
and I can spend my boredom reading books
about people I will never be and places I
will never go, and all the while I
am shoveling more cardboard in my mouth,
more radiation down my throat,
but I will be surprised when the verdict comes in
cancer.

This is Dystopia.

This world,
right here and now,
today,
where I share with you from inside a screen,
the words I mean flying fast
from computer keys
and reaching you faster than
a prayer could,
since our world is feeling godless and complete,
a finished product, novel ready
to be shelved and labeled,
sold by someone
somewhere in the ether,
a person I may never
even know.

Welcome to Dystopia.

Heather Truett
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Heather Truett

I drink Sweet Cream in my coffee. My DVR is set to record Doctor Who, Grey's Anatomy, and The Walking Dead. I have a serious chapstick addiction, a history of purple/blue/green hair styles, tattoos on my left ankle and my right foot, a whole solar system of freckles, and I may or may not spend an inordinate amount of time trying to convince my kids I am a Time Lady from Gallifrey.
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I drink Sweet Cream in my coffee. My DVR is set to record Doctor Who, Grey's Anatomy, and The Walking Dead. I have a serious chapstick addiction, a history of purple/blue/green hair styles, tattoos on my left ankle and my right foot, a whole solar system of freckles, and I may or may not spend an inordinate amount of time trying to convince my kids I am a Time Lady from Gallifrey.

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