Demographic

Living in italics
In between
Cogent unsaid words

Where is my column
Net or gross

Stapled

In between

The slanted
Stupid
Sharp and brilliant

With a touch or a syllable
I could shape this world

Slightly

Instead I am drowning
In projections
Drenched
In guesses
Masquerading
As trends

We cannot predict the future

As 8 to 5 revolves
We pretend to understand
Numbers
And how they define bodies and minds

I am left only
With this.