A. Poulin, Jr.

I’ve carved a cave in the mountainside. I’ve drilled for water, stocked provisions to last a lifetime. The walls are smooth. We can live here, love, safe from elements. We’ll invent another love that can’t destroy. We’ll make exquisite reproductions of our selves, immortal on these walls. And when this sea that can’t support us is burned clean, when the first new creatures crawl from it, gasping for water, air, more wondrous and more wild than earth’s first couple, they shall see there were two before them: you and me.