Hypothetical Musings

Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if

humans were asexual, if each of us reproduced

by budding, and everyone went about their day-

to-day activities with perfect miniature genetic

copies of themselves growing from their bodies.

 

I also contemplate a world with a more practical

nature to it, one where the sun won’t even bother

rising on a cloudy day and every person always

stays focused, never wasting time on inefficient

distractions like interlocking hands with a lover.

 

Occasionally, I’ll envision a clean sky, without

CFCs or greenhouse gases, or satellites littering

the atmosphere with countless hellos and good

nights and I miss yous sent from lonely mouths

to lonely ears on the opposite end of the globe.

 

Then, I’ll shut my eyes tightly and picture a life

that doesn’t have you in it, relentlessly ripping

through every one of my thoughts and through

every moment with your perfect eyes, with your

cherry blonde hair, with your unattainable body.