If the world ends does it matter that I was
on the precipice of something really good here?
Or that I finally cleaned my room last night and folded
all of my clean clothes? I was listening to a podcast,
another one about death and life,
and now I am trying to work up tears
sitting at the kitchen table.
I am thinking about how this is how it
must have felt in Hawaii when they said
that it was going to implode—false alarm.
I wonder, are the Hawaiians better prepared for this right now?
I wonder who I will think about in the absolute final moment,
actually I wonder more who will think about me.
So I hope there is a stats board in the afterlife
I can see how many showers I took, kisses I missed,
or deaths I skipped happily by unaware. Or a score out of 100.
Although I haven’t really been living
these past six months anyways
by lived I mean my life has been boring
but if I have learned anything these past six months
it’s that boring means life is good.
Amelia Anthony is a student and writer living in Providence, RI. Her work can be found on www.ameelsonwheels.com or in The College Hill Independent, The Brown Daily Herald, and Whitehot Magazine.