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rapturous

the day begins

with rockets.

ufos.

streaks of smoke

and fire lance

the sky.

rockets and ufos

on every channel.

internet rumors.

“we’re being invaded!”

“it’s the military!”

reporters say,

“no word yet on

where these ships

came from, who

is on them, or

where they’re headed.”

another crop of rockets

lift off and fire towards space.

“it does appear

that they’re all leaving

earth’s atmosphere.”

sweat beads on

the brows of the viewers.

someone says,

“they’re leaving.”

the reporter,

“we’re still waiting

for a statement from

the white house.

we’re working

to determine the

president’s whereabouts.”

“that reporter still don’t

wear a mask,”

says a viewer from

behind a mask.

“they’re leaving.”

“let ’em go.”

“i’m fine that they going,

i just don’t like

how they left the place.”

the rockets

stop leaving.

everyone wears their masks

and watch

to see what

will happen next.

everything at once

i lost my virginity

the same day i took

my first step, the same day

i dropped dead, the same

day i got married and

got drunk and

quit drinking.

the same day i

wrote something lively

i wrote something glum.

made a thousand on

payday, the same day

i spent all my coins on

smokes.

the same day my grandparents

held me is the day

i saw them go.

the same day

i died, i lived.