“Plastic is entirely engulfed in its usage: one of these days objects will be invented merely for the pleasure of using them.”- Rolland Barthes, “Plastic,” from Mythologies
The public protests for its
absence, a chemical
surplus whose molecular makeup is
a new synthetic sibling.
You were a small monomer when
Christmas consisted of
plastic barricade for
your own sentimental security.
Now past macromolecular pleasures
risk economic existence and enjoyment
for the future generation. Fingers no
longer setting off inflated stumps as loud
as aftershave to the sound of
their obsessive compulsion.
The Ekphrastic Review
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