Poem: Apocalypse Pantry

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Apocalypse Pantry

by Shannon Laws

 

I have found the warm caves in the woods
filled them with boxes of mac n’ cheese
tuna fish cans and cheap scented candles
Innumerable goods

A possessed witch is misunderstood
no matter how frugal
I am such a witch

waved my nude arms at the townspeople
walked the streets, survived the shrinking dollar
I have been her kind

 


A 2017 postcard poem