You do not have to be good

On a rare snow day in Tennessee, thoughts of the apocalypse loom

The truth is
when the sky is purple
or the moon is red
sometimes I still think I’ll see

Jesus

For a second
my breath catches in my chest
and I wonder if
everything I was told as a child
might just be true

-Excerpt from an original poem

Hello.

The warm smell of cinnamon and cool sensation of bare feet on hardwood. Out our window, the world’s turned wh…