I wake up inside my fog, but no matter,

Good morning, Siri, I say, is it raining
in Berlin? Is it snowing in Mile End? Will I

need an umbrella today? Will I need a hat?
How long before a domestic jet pack is possible?

Should I apply sunscreen? Can you tell me

how much battery power I have left? Where I stored

my mother’s ashes? I know these questions lead

me nowhere, but they keep coming, Siri, can you

tell me what my current carbon count is?
Can you tell me the distance home? Can you

tell me where home is? Where my heart is? Or,

can you take me further from myself? Someone
is done for, is it me? Is there a me? Is the planet

a me? Who will provide care? What is the situation

of atmosphere? Who is benign? Can you tell me
how much plastic I have ingested? Am I more polymer

than birch? Can you identify my bark? My leaf?

Can you sing that bird? Identify that song? Is it

real, or is it ring tone? Am I who I say I am or

what they say of me? Should I water the Four

O’Clocks? Should I carry birdseed? Have I

paid my Visa bill? Do I owe my niece a text?

What about iron supplements? Meatlessness?

Does Dong Quai work? Aren’t there more

effective ways to take in Estrogen?
Is there an app for menopause? For hot flashes?

Are these things equally important? Is there

A hierarchy of meaning? Is anything a priority

or is everything a priority? I just want to know

where to focus, or, I want to believe I still can.