I know the end is near//Jacob Hatfield

I know the end is near
smushed ci\g on overlooked
crumbling stone stair
11:29 pm why is this light
on and no moth
i miss – deuteronomy
and bible drills
Will placing hand on shoulder
the closet of Hilldale Baptist Church
why is nothing made of
red bricks anymore?
dead leaves that stick around
till the start of spring
say that We should go fuck
ourselves ugly brown-red paint
peeling on the back door to
the historic psych
building on campuschips of polish stuck
between nail and skin gives
a hint that my underneath is really
pastel purple this is it

Jacob Hatfield (he/him) is a poet writing out of East Tennessee. He is currently getting his B.A. in English and Sustainability at the University of Tennessee in Knoxville. When he's not sitting on a bench in some random park writing poetry, he's probably curled up next to his dog writing more poetry.