• Jafei Pollitt

Day #41: The Apocalypse

This form is called an Imayo and it’s a short, sweet Japanese poem with pauses inside each line. It’s also supposed to be sung so if you feel the need to sing this, go for it.

If I Were To Be In My House After The Apocalypse

A melted cabinet door – swings against stale air. Bread crumbs shift on a wood floor – footsteps make tremors. Bulbs cling fried and some have burst – along the ceiling. She wallows across this house – no longer a home.

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