Alexis Pope's work has appeared or is forthcoming in Boxcar Poetry Review, Columbia Poetry Review, Anti-, and Sixth Finch, among others. She lives in Ohio where she co-curates The Big Big Mess Reading Series and is Contributing Editor for Whiskey Island Magazine.
Girl Erases Girl, Discovers Eternal Youth
On my front stoop you tell me that there has never been another world like ours. This makes me happy and sad. I think about all the planets with their emptiness and how inhospitable they are to humans. I am happy because I want us to be the only ones, but also I want there to be more. Sometimes I wonder why this apartment building stays put, like what if gravity just decides to give up and we’re sucked out of our beds and explode into a million pajama’d pieces. When I die there will be no more coffee, which will be okay because I won’t have to wake up. That’s sad. Now I’m sad. I think about how no one will ever touch me again and I won’t be able to cry or how silly it is to be frustrated because at any moment gravity could call in sick. When I think about how long gravity has been working the same job, I know how old I am not. I’m so angry I went to college and the world is going to end. And now my socks match and it makes me want to scream.