Be both the Milky Way
And the Andromeda
Spiraling into each other
Until it bursts
Be the artificial supernova
For others to admire
From afar
Safely,
Behind their sunglasses.
That’s how life started,
You know.
II.
Bridges were first built
From wooden planks
Then stone
Then steel
And now they stand
Limitless
Toying with our human abuse and
Gas choking vehicles
They chatter
And whistle
And sometimes even sing to the water
That pushes against their towers.
If I were to die
How I would like to be reborn
As a bridge
III.
I have created nine different
Google accounts.
I have to decide who I am
Every time an application
Asks for my email address.
And still,
I am not satisfied.
Still, I find my mouse hovering
Over the
“Create A New Account” button
Telling myself that this time
It’ll last.
My dreams
And my ambitions
Sometimes make me wish I were so unhappy that
I could buy the first train ticket to nowhere.
Unfortunately,
I’m quite happy with how I am now.
I find life to be intangible
Summarized in infinite street signs
Scars on legs
Bird poop dripping through hair
I die again
And again and again
Every time I walk around the corner
And notice something new.
I am no longer the same me
I was before.
Against my better judgment
I talk about life
As if it is mine to have.
Maya Mason has been published in her school’s literary magazine, Eddas, three times in Creative Communications, and once for Falling for the Story. She loves dogs and the color pink, and takes inspiration from the people around her for her writing.
MayaRose Mason has been published in her school’s literary magazine, Eddas, three times in Creative Communications, and once for Falling for the Story. She loves dogs and the color pink, and takes inspiration from the people around her for her writing.