maybe I’ll write in 2026

maybe someone will read the words

and feel in the marrow of their bones

how hard it is to be human

and no one else

not AI not Shakespeare not Google

will fill my (your) minds

with inglorious bullshit

and we’ll videotape the Kentucky

winter sunset

and see a white-tailed deer before

we see a singular horse

(and the fences are brown, not white)

and everyone will stop talking

while we film

and you will see

that winter

is

beautiful

maybe we could make

being human a ritual

this simple capture

if an inglorious moment

and a deer you’ll miss if you don’t focus

and the sun

that will still rise tomorrow

maybe the new year will bring

a gavel on this oligarchy

ringing through 250 years

of patriarchal dominance

and we could just listen to

WOMEN?