after the apocalypse
lavender breezes
cotton spurs
daisies grow through concrete.
i’ll cut up blacktop and
eat it for dinner
still smoldering. i’ll
hold your hand and
dirt will cake our fingertips.
i’ll make you a cherry pie
while you bury
the dead. all
in a day’s time.
find me a four leaf
clover and
make a sacred
wish. blood on the altar.
we’ll wash it away
with salt water and
lay ourselves to peace. all
in due time. let’s not
rush ourselves. let the world
breathe
again.
Susan Romance is a senior at SUNY Geneseo studying English with concentrations in creative writing and film studies. When on campus, you can find her writing poetry, playing Microsoft Solitaire, and chit-chatting with her friends for hours. After graduation, Susan hopes to study library sciences and become a librarian.