After a Day in the World


By Walker Pfost

I am sad when
the sun goes down

without any kind
of fight

when it nods
at the roads

and houses
full of car wrecks

and divorces
when it slides into

its black sleeping bag
head first –

I am
also sad

when the sun
tries to hang on

clawing red streaks
down the side

of the sky
when it says wait

let me go back
I can help them

Walker Pfost

Walker Pfost, M.F.A. ’16, graduated from Furman University and then taught English for two years to middle schoolers in South Korea. He is now pursuing a career as a writer in Los Angeles. His poems have appeared in Euphony, Angle and McSweeney’s Quarterly Concern.