“Future Theory,” by Andrew Hemmert, appears in the Winter 2019 Issue of MQR. Now let’s all take a deep breath and start over. Hello, my name is mostly water. My name is I have never known a world other than this one. You too? Maybe you
We gild our gory parts with peach and glitter
Sometimes you just have to die about it
Child upon child goes, and someone’s mother is no longer that.
at the Angel Island Immigration Station our bodies levitated in minutes, ticking, ticking, alive, alive; forgo mercy and forgo hunger; slurp the pig slop; our muscles in 1911, 1912, we turned ghost and ghost again
Boobie, listen, I don’t know what to tell you. History is people being assholes to each other in increasingly sophisticated ways.