(Micro)plastics
Let's workshop this poem picturing a capitalism more aligned to public good than today, where—with fridges designed for break—it is easy to suspect coverups of cancer cures to protect corporate profit
(Micro)plastics We all know capitalism need not look like this: Maytag washers, Kelvinator fridges, once hummed with generational longevity, designed to slither by word of mouth into the very notion of home (not to bust, again, the floor of acceptable obsolescence).