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Hello?
Hi… Is this God?
Oh, Christ, I thought this line was disconnected…
Hey, can I ask my one question or not?
Ugh, fine, one question.
Why is the universe so big?
Huh?
What, did I stutter?
No, it’s just, people usually ask me why people die or if I really exist or stuff like that.
So you don’t know?
No, I didn’t say that. Why do you want to know?
Because it makes us feel so small. We look up at the stars, into the seemingly endless cosmos, and all we see is emptiness. Vast emptiness. Nothing comforting. Only darkness.
Does that frighten you?
Yeah, because it makes us feel small and unimportant. We want to feel like we matter in the grand scheme of things, but all we see are planets and stars and nebula and galaxies. Things that are inconceivable vast. Things that are so big we can barely begin to comprehend them. We see all this, and all we can think about is how small and alone we humans are.
So you’re lonely then?
Partly, but I don’t think it’s that exactly. Even if we are alone in the universe, I think we could deal with that if we felt like we could make a difference in it. We look back at all the things we’ve built, and it doesn’t mean anything compared to a world. We look on our history, and it’s less than a fraction of a blink in the history of everything. We feel like we should matter.
And you think that because you are small you don’t matter?
No, I didn’t say that.
Ok, let me ask you this: what do you think of a seed?
A seed?
Yeah, a seed. It’s small and alone and doesn’t mean anything compared to everything, just like you. But you see, a seed will grow. It starts out small, and then it grows into a mighty tree. Trees don’t erupt fully grown from the ground. It takes a long time for them to reach their full potential.
…
Do you understand?
I don’t know.
Don’t worry. You will.
*hangs up*
Hello...?
Hi… Is this God?
Oh, Christ, I thought this line was disconnected…
Hey, can I ask my one question or not?
Ugh, fine, one question.
Why is the universe so big?
Huh?
What, did I stutter?
No, it’s just, people usually ask me why people die or if I really exist or stuff like that.
So you don’t know?
No, I didn’t say that. Why do you want to know?
Because it makes us feel so small. We look up at the stars, into the seemingly endless cosmos, and all we see is emptiness. Vast emptiness. Nothing comforting. Only darkness.
Does that frighten you?
Yeah, because it makes us feel small and unimportant. We want to feel like we matter in the grand scheme of things, but all we see are planets and stars and nebula and galaxies. Things that are inconceivable vast. Things that are so big we can barely begin to comprehend them. We see all this, and all we can think about is how small and alone we humans are.
So you’re lonely then?
Partly, but I don’t think it’s that exactly. Even if we are alone in the universe, I think we could deal with that if we felt like we could make a difference in it. We look back at all the things we’ve built, and it doesn’t mean anything compared to a world. We look on our history, and it’s less than a fraction of a blink in the history of everything. We feel like we should matter.
And you think that because you are small you don’t matter?
No, I didn’t say that.
Ok, let me ask you this: what do you think of a seed?
A seed?
Yeah, a seed. It’s small and alone and doesn’t mean anything compared to everything, just like you. But you see, a seed will grow. It starts out small, and then it grows into a mighty tree. Trees don’t erupt fully grown from the ground. It takes a long time for them to reach their full potential.
…
Do you understand?
I don’t know.
Don’t worry. You will.
*hangs up*
Hello...?
Literature
proprioception
she claims
that you can spot virginity in the curve
of the hips.
i tell her
you can't see chastity in the way
the ilium crests, unless you fucked hard enough
to break it.
she smiles,
shows me the bruises carved into her bones,
traces the way his fingers held her-
what if you're already broken
to begin with?
Literature
Lessons for Today
Today in math class, they would be learning how to factor quadratic equations. Miss Gracie, called Mrs. G by her students, knew this because she had the lesson planned out meticulously across three-and-a-half sheets of college-ruled notebook paper, which sat neatly in a folder before her. She knew because, like with all her lessons, she had recited it in front of her dressing mirror last night, right before bed.
She glanced at the clock. Ten minutes left until class. Its tick, tick, tick was the only sound in the room.
She looked around the room. Nothing but the equation charts that she covered with long sheets of colored paper during tests
Literature
on seeking solace in strangers
And she felt like home
her arms gave
way to the sand
castle of her
chest,
she was
inexplicable
and
obscene
and
vulgar
and
i loved her for it
i knew
she was a dragon
of a girl
even with
charcoal creases
beneath her eyes
and smudged
vowels
l
e
a
k
i
n
g
from the corners
of her lips
like a faulty tap
to me she was beautiful
like those obscure
lapses in time
at 3.25 AM
with her legs
stretched across the
window sill
smoking my cigarettes
as she let her words
fold themselves
into the quiet
s p a c e s
around us
she still sparkled
with this rebellious
twinkle in her eyes
and
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