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The Maynard
Fall 2020

Milla van der Have
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Bingo Card for the End Times

SHUFFLE

my apocalypse
is kind of tiny,
garden-variety,
looking for a place
to put down roots
my apocalypse
is mauve and tends
to keep to itself
like a joke that falls
flat in a crowd
my apocalypse
is shy and whispers
blessings of an ill-
timed nature, quick-sand apologies
for having
disturbed the peace
my apocalypse
feels it is small
by nature, much
like the crying
of whales
my apocalypse
dreams of harrowing
angels with their
touch of gold-
specked skin
my apocalypse
is brave and haunting
like a seamstress
like a song
like any subject-
based reality
my apocalypse
is never having
danced with a girl
never having kissed one, never held her pale cheek within mine
my apocalypse
never answers,
is like a blanket
that covers me
from something
quite mistaken
my apocalypse
knows even
paradise can be
twisted if you look
at it too long
my apocalypse
didn’t mean
to be disruptive
rather cuts
corners with you
my apocalypse
dreams of its
mother and her
frequent lullabies
her hands like
gates, her
ornamental teeth
my apocalypse
sometimes wishes
it had never risen
as if it knows
that destruction
isn’t all that it’s
cracked up to be