sometimes when the world is screaming
with trigger tags and soda cans
with video essays I’m only half-listening to, mixed messages
i think about the many world theory.
if there really is a universe where i don’t exist, never did
i selfishly hope that it’s horrible
awful in every way
like that movie, the one in black and white?
i know, inevitably, that life goes on
my friends would have made other friends
someone else would play my part
someone else would take my place
it’s a selfish hope, i know
to hope the people i love, in some other reality, are miserable
but it helps me sleep better at night
so there’s that