Home >Poetry >
The Book of One Hundred Thousand Whys
Link copied!
Published: Thu Apr 15 2021
Night reading mode 

The Book of One Hundred Thousand Whys

Each night another page. A crystal formed
from sugar water; photosynthesis
created oxygen from sunlight. How,
like pain or anger, something could be made
from nothing. While they read to me, the dark
side of the moon would spread until no face
was left. I learned to be invisible,
reduced to muck by the industrious
bacteria inside of us. I guessed
we all would die someday: the bird
whose song could be decoded, chimpanzees
intelligent enough to fashion tools,
even my girlish body, soon to be
the man my mirror spurned. I drifted off
upon the puzzle of the bumblebee
too heavy to be carried by its wings;
I dreamed instead I was the weightless wasp,
the hungry maggot turning into me.

Subscribe, Buy Print Issues, or Donate!

Best value

3 Years

29% Off

2 Free Back Issues

6 Issues


Sign up for the newsletter

Receive updates on our latest ventures, exclusive essays from our editors, discount offers, and more, direct to your email.

Back to top