Single Sentence Poem: Harakiri at the Book Club
When they asked me why there were so many
post-apocalyptic books and movies nowadays,
an answer popped into my head,
so I let it out into the air—
What if it’s wish fulfillment?
What if some part of us is sick to death
of the world and fantasizes
about clearing the deck?—
and it was met with silence,
until a woman said, Not me,
and then they were all saying, Not me, either,
I don’t think anyone, How sick
would you have to be, etcetera,
so maybe I am wrong,
but I think the mere fact that I proposed this answer
to a book club of Trustees and Visitors
who could snuff out my job like a candle
tells you everything you need to know
about how some of us
must have a death wish.
photo credit: ladies altered book club by elke glendenning
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