The Best I Looked

After Moriya Sen’an.

Fall, 2022 / No. 50

Everything is the end

of the world but really

there’s only so much sadness I can

line this poem with. In the end, picture me

as I picture myself, standing in a river

shivering and stupid, or in a casket

filled with the gleaming baubles of big

pharma, and maybe it leaks and everyone within a hundred kilometres
   experiences so much


or picture me the best I looked

last time I saw you.