Interesting Facts about Space

by Emily R. Austin

“Listening to love songs again?” Maveric asks. I am sitting in the break room listening to a story about a woman dismembering her husband. She cut off his penis first. I look at him. “You know me.”

“Let’s promise to never meet again so we can’t ruin it. Let’s stay nice people to each other to balance out how we’re bad for other people.”

I spent a lot of time growing up trying to seem normal. Sometimes I worry I neglected doing the internal work most people do while they’re developing; I was too preoccupied camouflaging. I think I might be stunted because of it. I think I missed a step.

I am thinking about how everyone’s behavior is motivated by many secret things. I know there are reasons why people do things that I am not in on. I know I am not the center of the universe. The sun does not revolve around me.