Curse

I am sick to death of it,
tired of reminding you
to close the shelter door, recirculate the air,
check the damn levels.
I don’t care anymore, waste everything.
Open it all up and fry yourselves.
I hope you all enjoy it when I’m gone
and you can’t find a radiation suite that works
or a food processor in running order
or anything.
God gamma damn ray you to death.

—a woman
  Sierra Nevada Mountains
  North America