When the world ends
by Ariella
we blow last minute kisses to God, praying for mercy. But God’s
offended by our desperate prostitutions;
she's such a prude. The world was ending. Naturally,
we were caught up in our own stupid fantasies, running through underground tunnels
subway stations sans trains, trying to hide—
Then the crowd, overwhelming us, poison gas ackackers stained sickly green
somehow we made it out alive.
Camped out in abandoned apartment lofts
kids on tables dancing to searchlights turned strobe lights
trampling glass bottles as the Apocalypse rolls along outside.
We’ve survived the day
so we think we’re invincible;
I find her, my first victim;
claw at her clothes and have her suck me dry
Unsatisfied, I pull another from the Dark—practically
out of thin air—and we grind
against the salt and pepper shakers in the pantry.
The world ended; so what? Tomorrow he’ll be storming
but the world was over yesterday
and I made bad decisions.
I love him, so we hang together
like a loose thread, clinging, though I crave
smaller, more delicate bodies;
I tell her to come closer but she’s never
done this before
so I move on in my apocalyptic fantasy—
and in the safe house,
my baby has five parents
since all their lusts went into
her wicked smile
and its tense as Hell in this Pastoral time warp
infants crying, my lovers all vying for my favor
but when the world ends,
my instincts kick in
and I need to fuck everyone in sight
so the species survives.
