Goodnight, Yesterday

Nichole Johnson

I thought

My heart might die loudly–

Thunder cracking,

Lightening

Grinding stone to sand.

But–

It is quiet.

It withers

In my ribcage,

Like a heavy fog–

The last breath

Of midnight

Softly tiptoeing

Towards dawn.

More from Nichole Johnson ↓

• Instagram, TikTok, Facebook, Threads
• Her two books: Love, Death, and Other Distractions, a Collection of Poetry & Circling The Downward Spiral

Mentioned in this episode:

Write After: National Poetry Month with One Poem Only

Write After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice. We'll get started in April. You can share to #WriteAfterOPO.

#WriteAfterOPO