Sad Maryanne
I’m a secret message to myself. According to the rules, the brain is made up of 170 billion cells. It doesn’t matter if you’re below sea level or above sea level; you can still have lots of ghost fun. Like a jelly fish or a glass of water, it’s nearly see-through. Maryanne says that considering my modus operandi, I’m lucky as an uninhabited planet. She’s an excellent mind reader. Yesterday, we were exchanging chemicals and talking about dinosaur angels. Sure, they existed, but now they’re extinct. Maryanne says that’s why they’re not in the Bible anymore. Of course, you’ve got to make up your own mind about things, so I’m doing what I can to improve the neighborhood, like locking myself out of my house until I capture all my own emissions. I told Maryanne about the way things used to be around here—you know, peaceful, normal, and calm, like in the old days—and for no reason, just like that, she wept.
Appears in Nixes Mater Review, Summer/Fall 2024
