Kafka, esquire
︎︎︎ Philip Traylen
︎ Apr 28, 2026
Halfway through the poem,
God died. The village elders
recommended continuing anyway,
then a guy at the back said:
“a collective prayer
for a girl who
looks like sunset.” I
said nothing, I wanted
to keep you for myself—
God died. The village elders
recommended continuing anyway,
then a guy at the back said:
“a collective prayer
for a girl who
looks like sunset.” I
said nothing, I wanted
to keep you for myself—