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POEM: Who’s Afraid Of The Apocalypse?

Who’s Afraid Of The Apocalypse?

The world ending?
Bring it on.
Mine has ended several times:
When I discovered being a kid
wouldn’t protect me;
when I ended up on the street;
when the “I do” didn’t;
in a series of shitbox vans.
There were so many moments
when a meteor or The Rapture (TM)
would have been preferable.
But here I am, and here you are,
and the world is still turning,
and earlier today my friend
dropped their pandemic mask
and it fell to the sidewalk,
so we know gravity still works.

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4 April 2024
Charlottesville VA
NaPoWriMo Day 4

Published in My poems NaPoWriMo2024 Poetry

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