Silverdale Costco

In my apocalyptic fantasy,
we peel out of your driveway
and speed north from Bainbridge 
on the 305. We slalom the undead 
along the Agate Passage bridge.
Speed through the red light
in front of the Clearwater Casino.
Wonder if the zombies are playing 
blackjack tonight. Blink-blink past
Poulsbo. Then south on Highway 3.
We fly down the Kitsap Peninsula, 
strewn now with burned-out wrecks 
that never had a chance. Not us! 
Not today, baby! Love can make 
a kingdom out of any lifeless place, 
even the Costco in Silverdale. 
We skid into the parking lot and sprint 
for the entrance, zombies on our ass. 
In my fantasy, we slam the door in time,
securing bounty in a world of rot.