Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Day 294: apocalypse

***I'm trying to mess around with narrative/fiction poetry***

remember that day at the park
when you told me the sky was folding into itself slowly
that soon
the galaxy would hold onto the stars like pimples
and we would fall before we could watch the end
remember how we looked into the clouds
waiting for a sign
a crack
fire
sunrise
how i asked you to hold me and tell me a story
like it was bedtime
daddy,
do you remember that day
it was the last time i cried
because i thought i wasnt ever going to see you again
i cried again like that, today
reminded myself that every day is the end of the world
but we are all still looking into empty gods for signs

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