Apocalyptic poems, posted every m-f.

the pool at midnight

you remember, of course
the night that we broke into the pool
at midnight
swam naked, underlit by halogens

in the future, that pool is filled with alien plants
toxic blooms, sludge of swamp

and we’re breaking in again, scaling that chain-link fence
grown violent with rust

we have our reasons,
we always do

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