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Cynthia Atkins: Apocalypse in Twitter-Verse 

Devil’s truth, my brain is the size 

of a pea, cannot hold 5,000 

babies, dogs, vacations, comments,

circumcisions, breakfast muffins, 

bald head radiations. Here’s a sad fact, 

people are dying while other people 

sip their mocha lattes. All the thresholds,

golden anniversaries, the Oscars of stay-at-home 

celebrity, pass by like fast food signs. 

I am wearing sweatpants, face unwashed, 

teeth unbrushed, but I’ve posted 

a photo of me all dolled-up in a fancy 

sequined dress.   I am just one of the throngs 

of sad people looking for the corporeal bottom 

of human loneliness. Is that, finally, 

the ache we shed with the last breath. —

Fogged faces passing on a train, trees 

and smoke and hills.  Screens amok in thousands 

and thousands of sorrowful rooms.  

I am one of the many. I am here. 

I am the size of a clip of hair. 

I was promised solitude, but my navigation 

system is collapsing. Taste my essence, 

irrevocable losses, time stolen from 

old coloring books—My wax crayons 

tallied real marks. The sky is eclipsed.  

We are pinholes. We are flagships.  

I do have opinions, but no one cares to hear them. 

Long ago, we smelled like fresh cut grass

and played outside until the dark.  


Copyright 2023 Cynthia Atkins

Cynthia Atkinsmany books include Still-Life With God (Saint Julian Press 2020). She lives on the Maury River of Rockbridge County, Virginia, with artist Phillip Welch and their family.

6 comments on “Cynthia Atkins: Apocalypse in Twitter-Verse 

  1. Lisa Zimmerman
    January 11, 2023

    “I am just one of the throngs

    of sad people looking for the corporeal bottom

    of human loneliness. Is that, finally,

    the ache we shed with the last breath. —”

    I love this sad poem. Even though by the end of it I’m somehow not sad.

    Like

  2. Rose Mary Boehm
    January 11, 2023

    A beautiful and thought-provokind poem.

    Like

  3. John Balaban
    January 11, 2023

    Awfully interesting poem. Awfully, in italics

    Like

    • Vox Populi
      January 11, 2023

      I agree, John. The language is richly textured and yet conversational. The poem is profound and imaginative.

      >

      Like

    • cynthiamoaol528
      January 13, 2023

      Thank you for the beautiful comments @voxpopuli friends 🎆✍🏿

      Like

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