little miss anthropocene (nov six)

They say "Biters can't be judgers" Got my own name on my sweatshirt I been wearing all week In the passenger seat of the silver 2001 cr-v Watch 3 bikers and somebody with a white umbrella in the mild sunny weather at the red light Crossing the street The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be In our sweet little miss anthropocene Lindsey says "Texas was once covered in sauropods" Now they're all white dust remnants from an ancient sea Kicked up in a cloud by an f-150 We read the wikipedia about caliche It's the month of November at ramble creek And Britton says he doesn't particularly like to hear the year number in songs And Lindsey recalls that one lyric about kenny in that one song by Eliza Niemi About names in songs And universality or the lack thereof On the way to Amy sues for potluck supper I stop by the nearest HEB Pick up butter tortillas and pimento cheese With the balance left on my EBT In our sweet little misanthropocene The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be They say "A gun with no bullets is basically a hammer" But a gun with bullets is still a gun What a bummer, what a beauty What did terri send to me What did clara send to me A couple texted screenshots of poetry And I break down reading another friends Gofundme Stunned and shattered by the crucial resiliency In our sweet little misanthropocene The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be I still smell like last nites fried chicken, Mac and cheese A living room of louisiana chosen family Recite the liner notes from Neil young's 'on the beach' Instead of "come here" Cajuns still say "come see" And it is a relief the community of it all When a mistranslation turns invitation to follow With our eyes wide open like this "comme ci" With our eyes open, what's the way, show me In our sweet little misanthropocene The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be All a walking parody of infinity In our sweet little misanthropocene Shit's on fire, bestie Put on the kettle for some tea Shit's on fire, bestie Flames been burnin so bright it's blinding But I got my shades on and I'm cruisin down to see you again In our sweet little misanthropocene The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be In our sweet little misanthropocene Shits on fire Wasnt no nailbiter No nailbiter Shits on fire And we're surprised by the heat ? But when I look in the mirror At least I like my haircut for once In our sweet little misanthropocene The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be In our sweet little misanthropocene In our sweet little misanthropocene