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Utopia, Lemmy Ya'akova
if there’s anything I know, it’s horror.
I’ve been in its soup for as long as
I can remember. fantasy worlds
where expectations hoarded,
died in me before they lived.
new worlds were built on the ruin,
bare walls pulled up ready with want.
I came to our house as best as I could.
the ugly and the gross came too,
cooked in my bone stew. you
stepped through the vestibule and asked,
what happened to the utopia?
I replied, you made it up. it never was.
Lemmy Ya'akova is an advocate for y2k low culture, a popcorn enthusiast, a cat parent to their overgrown son, Moose and—of course—a poet. You can find everything else they want you to know about them here: https://linktr.ee/lem_jamin.