The world is ending in a whimper, as promised

It’s the last Wednesday of National Poetry Month/the last Substack post where we’ll exchange feedback in the comments (last one for now). First of all, thank you to everyone who read and/or joined in. It’s been a beautiful thing. And secondly, stay tuned for May. I’m going to share more about the process of my self-published chapbook, and the 2 collections currently in the works.

This week, as usual, I’ve been doing a thousand different things. One of them is revamping this old draft. I wrote it when I lived in Vietnam. There was a typhoon warning, school cancelled, floods, conversations about film, confessions.

Typhoon Warning

The world is ending in a whimper, as promised, 
tropic officials announced today, so we buy 
supplies: an armload of red wine and a 3-pack 
of paper towels. We take a bath, have sex, argue
about which movies are desert island worthy
as the rain blowing sideways pools faithfully 
on the floor. I let him douse me in his opinions 
one last time. We confess dry-eyed 
we’d never loved each other, at least
not in the way we thought would save us. 
We cheers our due demise, finally learning 
the difference between drowning and swimming 
is slight—a matter of hope and direction. 
                           
                                                             -Isabelle Correa

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