in this post-apocalyptic world
I thought it was monday
but it was sunday again
as if six days went missing
blown away by nuclear winds
the world news at nine
didn’t tell me anything
I didn’t already know
living on a wing & a prayer
in this post-apocalyptic world
the great migration
has only just begun
how many sundays may pass
before I must move on
september two thousand twenty-two
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I really love this one.
thank you so much, tara xo