at the end
by Christian Ward
rain will be there of course
jabbering at the window
you will write a note while the toaster
and razor blades pass their silent
judgements you will make lobster
mac and cheese with extra breadstick
breadcrumbs and a pecan pie
almost drowning in the side of vanilla
ice-cream you will drink apple
Jack Daniel’s and play your father’s
old jazz records the sky will glow
& be punctured with what they
might call love
july 13th, 2022
Christian Ward is a UK-based writer who can be recently found in Red Ogre Review, Discretionary Love and Stone Poetry Journal. Future poems will be appearing in Dreich, Uppagus and BlueHouse Journal.