A woman writes to ask
how far along I am
with my apocalypse.
What will you give me
if I tell?
An origami fish
made from a dollar bill.
After the apocalypse,
we will all be in a band.
We will understand each other
perfectly.
*
“It’s alright” and
“It doesn’t matter.”
Let “it” stand
for nothing.
*
A weathered, fleshy bicyclist
wearing bunny ears
and a tie-dyed shirt
says “Zoom”
as she coasts past
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