September's Milk

The expiration date’s mid-October - it's absolutely zapped,
as I will feel by then thinking about this milk consumed a month ago,
a ripple as with any weather event in a computer game, 

suddenly your avatar needs fur trimming their collar, 

suddenly it’s October, 

milk drunk like the it’s the advent of the year, 

blink at the map filling in,

the dates have jumped,

the only future is a stiff, unknown milk, 

is its science, its protein rent into curds.