Let’s go! someone said, meaning to the apocalypse.
I thought it was coming to us.
Sure, but let’s meet it.
What do we bring?
Whatever you want. Everything! But you may have to check it at the door.
Will there be snacks?
No, just a single unrestricted feast.
The less, the better.
Bring every ending, every lilting note of your unuttered cry––
What about the pets?
Well, obviously the dog comes with.
And the cat?
You know cats. I suggested this morning and she just gave me a look.
Like, “Again with this apocalypse?”
I think she’s probably done a few already.
What about the sleeping arrangements?
Have you been listening? Who’s sleeping?
Will there be singing?
At first, only silence, and then, there will only be singing.