I’m trying shorter poems after reading the VQR’s Instapoetry series. It’s an interesting challenge. Anyway, read and (hopefully) enjoy. –d
HOW TOMORROW MIGHT LOOK
Imagine we are at war.
Imagine our lunch splattering against the cacophony;
tomatoes turned sauce and stain.
Imagine the floors now shanks of wood
we chance for retreat. Imagine our lips
baring teeth, white flags misunderstood.
Imagine the linens, what remains
of them, now unsterile gauze. Imagine
this bed: the DMZ.