An Apocalyptic Wow
sat in a bathtub of lukewarm water
with you and confessed
i am afraid
to ever have a baby
in a hospital earlier
i held
your chin
asked you
i don’t know how
to control
impulse
i know
the world is ending
always ending
just like how we are
like now
one time you told me
isn’t it funny that each breath we breathe is one less we have
our numbered days settled in the dust
having been kicked
up by your passing thought
resting gently on my toes
funny like when
you said
smile for me
and came immediately
so yes
the world is always ending although especially right now still i am in my twenties still i want a baby
still i want one day
to sit in the candlelight gently rocking some sweet thing watching the world burn wondering if i should spare
us the long, drawn out tragedy
take a walk to the creek out back and never come back or can we stay?
sitting
nodding off
in the nuclear glow of sunstroke and babymaking and endtimes