Future Perfect
November 16, 2013
By Lia Purpura
This short poem about eternity appears in the New Yorker, 18 November 2013. The punning title sets it up. The final line makes it.
Future Perfect
Where you were
before you were born,
and where you are
when you’re not anymore
might be very close.
Might be the same place,
though neither is
as slippery
as being here but
imagining where
you will have been—
that point where things land,
are finished, over, and
gone but not yet.
by Lia Purpura
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