written by Utnapištim circa 2056 CE
this wet feeling
of a world
ending
held heart to heart to feel no pulse
held heart i hold & pump myself
it’s so so humid
for the drying
times
sweet tea in Dilmun
dreams of ice & breeze
i’d hike on up to Hyperborea
if i thought i could freeze
i’d lift The Flood on my back
if i thought it could break it
this whole thing
happens every day
i mean it
it happens every
day
& we make it
this wet feeling
of a world
ending
held heart to heart to feel no pulse
held heart i hold & pump myself
it’s so so humid
for the drying
times
sweet tea in Dilmun
dreams of ice & breeze
i’d hike on up to Hyperborea
if i thought i could freeze
i’d lift The Flood on my back
if i thought it could break it
this whole thing
happens every day
i mean it
it happens every
day
& we make it
Mathew Yates (they/them) is a poet & artist from Paducah, Kentucky. Their poetry can be found in Kissing Dynamite, Barren Magazine, Epigraph Magazine, marlskarx, Screen Door Review, & more. Their illustrations can also be found in the recent full-length release, Flutter, by Kristin Garth, published by Twist in Time Press. Twitter: @m_yates; mathewyates.com.