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SHJ Issue 17
Fall 2017


by Christina Kapp

If space is myth
I will break it like a glow stick 
and find a beat-up old atmosphere
at a garage sale somewhere.
I’ll sand it down to a blonde, 
raw sheen and glue 
the clouds back 
where they belong. 
I’ll paint it a new color, 
a nice pumpkin orange
or black and white spotted 
like a big, bony cow
and put it out back
where it can drift around the yard, 
my own personal space 
very nearly built by hand.
We’ll have a big party, 
with haybales to sit on 
and a bonfire to make it snap 
in the dark so the colors
run together like that northern lights thing 
and when it gets late and our eyes
start to close, I’ll spin three times 
with a stick in my hands 
and swing hard to crack it 
like an egg over our heads
so it can dribble down 
on our faces and drip on our tongues
like a sweetsugar rain.
What a delicious darkness
I think it will be, 
like the sitcoms I read about
in People magazine
and when the night is over
we will all close our eyes
and become famous 
for remembering 
the beauty we lost so well.


SHJ Issue 17
Fall 2017

Christina Kapp’s

short fiction, poetry, and essays have appeared or are forthcoming in numerous publications including Crack the Spine, Limestone, Passages North, Barn Owl Review, Gargoyle, Storyscape Journal, PANK, apt, and She teaches at The Writers Circle Workshops in Summit, New Jersey.

“...we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose
is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?” — Ray Bradbury