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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:

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