I Reject the Beautiful
Post-Apocalyptic
World of Your Dreams

Last night was a crumbling library,
you and I the only left, reading in—what?—
candlelight? the smoky glare of a blasted sun?
post-nuclear glow? No matter.
 
We had ourselves and books (imagine
those tomes, their pages so papery thin,
x-rayed by Armageddon) and talk.
Imagine our whispers, and flames.
 
You to kiss, at world’s end. That’s the dream.
Yes, I can find that sealed room, shadows
and flicker of paper, of fire. I can make it
come real. Wake up. Come here. You to kiss
 
when we refuse all ending, that is this.

 
 
Sarah Sadie

Sarah Sadie

Sarah Sadie helps people connect to their creativity and to each other. Combining interests in embodied spirituality, creative endarkenment, the wisdom of the body and the power of art, she seeks out makers, dreamers, and anyone who wants to push out of stale routines. Her third poetry chapbook, Do-It-Yourself Paper Airplanes was published by Five Oaks Press in 2015 and a second full-length collection, We Are Traveling Through Dark at Tremendous Speeds, was published by LitFest Press spring 2016. She teaches and works with poets one on one, and hosts occasional retreats for writers and other creative types.