I was at work earlier this week
And my ego refused to listen to my boss
She said to me
“listen to me!
You are a being who is being INSUBORDINATE!”
and I said
“insubordination isn’t real”
So I got fired
But I realized while understanding the falsity of power and insubordination
That maybe none of this is real
And everything is a figment of my imagination
Meaning that supervisors are not real
Work is not real
Money is not real
Government is not real
Technology is not real
Law is not real
Deforestation is not real
War is not real
Death is not real
She, he, them are not real
Poverty is not real
His mystical visions and cosmic vibrations are not real
Capitalism isn't real
Ronald raegan isn't real
The war on drugs isn't real
But it also means
Donald glover isn't real
Allen Ginsberg isn't real
My friends aren't real
Shopenhauer isn't real
My 3 grams aren’t real
My mom dad brothers niece are not real
Milo is not real
Frank ocean is not real
Communism and karl marx are not real
Music isn't real
But I would choose to believe in solipsism
I would forsake all these things
If it were not for you
To think that you would not be real would be the worst part
I would not be able to dream you up in cerebral thought
For not even god, should he exist, could create you
And to think that you could not be real
Only a thing I thought up
My brain in a glass jar
Projecting visions of true, unfiltered perfectness onto you
A super 8 reel of all our memories playing on the blank wall of the 5th dimension of my brain
Where only my most profound thoughts live
Knowing that only you or I know the intricate details of the nights
The half-asleep hallucinations
Mesmerizing me like only your thoughts could
Knowing that you
An individual
Are real
And is just as real as the love we share and hold between us
Pressed between moleskine pages and thrifted clothes
And knowing that it would be and impossible thought to think
That you might not be real