A Creationist’s Sunset
The sky peels back like paint,
revealing blood orange under blue.
Just like the Lutheran school hallways
my father scraped profanity off of.
God made the world in six days,
but I don’t think he ever kissed someone
like I kiss you. The sun dies.
Your arms feel like the seventh day.
Alicia Zuberbier is a Waukesha based writer, makeup artist and social media junkie. She has published one chapbook, many little things, and is working on her second, which she hopes to complete sometime before she dies.
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