Sci-fi girl in a world of Neanderthals
admits to being hampered,
if only slightly, by fluctuations
in the space/time continuum.
Still, it’s the technology that counts!
16 gigs of music to their chink-chink
of hammer on stone, on wood,
on water (for reasons inexplicable),
and on thickly-browed skull bone.
So what if she’s swamp adjacent?
She comforts herself by opening
and closing the arms
of her Swiss army knife:
finely-honed edge,
digitally-scaled plane,
corkscrew...
Home is where your hinged
mechanism is oiled, isn’t it?
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