Prophet


our mother is freezing/
in a broken down school bus
in the high desert/
she calls it her classroom/
it's where they had that avalanche
and those people died/
but she's not a skier
so I guess she'll be alright/
a reunion is being planned
via her texts
that say/
come friends, family, and all in between/
she's planning my sister's wedding/
but Erica doesn't want
a pop-up wedding in the desert/
I laugh/
our mother gets angry/
she wants her voice to be heard/
here I am, she says
just like one of those migrant women
who've had their children ripped away from them/
didn't you know
Stephen Hawking warned that computers will
destroy the human race/
I've been sent here
to save the world

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