by Maryann Aita
I killed myself
with a shooting star;
it splintered my heart and I
radiated beams of endless light
from every artery
and blood cell.
I disintegrated
into sidereal dust
and I
became the universe.
*
it began in the dark
a point of energy expanded
into atoms
and galaxies
and stars
*
my mother is a supernova
an explosion
of sequin shirts
and personality
my mother is an alcoholic
she drinks and deludes
—she believes in “LOVE”
says the gin, through
her lips
my mother is a victim
she writes to ghosts
about love
and hypnotism
because
my mother is
the “center of the universe”
, says the gin
*
when a star dies
it leaves a black hole,
a gap in the universe
*
my mother drinks and she blames and she sobs
and she drinks and she blames and she sobs
and she drinks and she sobs and she sobs
and she explodes
she leaves
a black hole
a ring of infinite density
a singularity,
where even light cannot escape
*
I dreamt
my mother died this morning—
a collapsing star.
I cut the tether
that tied us
and drifted
like a plastic astronaut
back to earth;
I am the universe.
I came from the dark.
Maryann Aita is the author of Little Astronaut, an experimental memoir in essays (ELJ Editions, 2022). Her work has also appeared in PANK, Hobart, Okay Donkey, and The Coachella Review, among others, and she is the nonfiction editor at Press Pause Press. Maryann holds a BA from NYU and MFA from Sarah Lawrence College. Originally from Montana, she now lives in Brooklyn with three cats.