Interesting Facts about Space

by Emily R. Austin

My tampon box is peeking over my bag like a pervert peeking over a windowsill.

It’s as if my entire world has been built on a fault line.”

I am washing her back like the loving nurse of a tired, geriatric patient.

to my parents, I am someone different than to my friends. To my teachers, I am someone different than to my coworkers. Between my friends, ex-boyfriend, and roommates, I am someone totally different. I think if you picked two people from my life and asked them to describe me, they would describe two completely different people.”

She turns back to the TV. Fuck. I am in love with Polly.

“I knew it. You sucker. You love me.”

I hope I never write anyone a poem.

I hope I never write her anything. I hope she meets someone who is genuinely nice. I hope they like bugs and are nice to their mom. I hope they can hear her play the piano perfectly. I hope she loves them, and that they love her. I hope they remember her birthday,

“Did you know everything is stardust, Mom?”