fractal (or, we're all afraid of outer space)
N. Abram
growing up is dreaming of the day the sun explodes
and only feeling relief.
we’re all killing ourselves faster than the universe can, i said a few years ago,
while someone I hated died at sunset.
can’t imagine going out like that, in a verdant flash
like the one i searched for on the horizon as a child.
such finality; such futile moments.
life is more illusion than optical phenomena.
today i’ll find patterns in the open skylight
above the living room couch,
letting my extinction warm me gracefully.
i’ll trace the spirals the ants make on the hardwood floor
and try not to crush them into uncaring mortality.
N. Abram has been writing since they were old enough to hold a pen. Their work centers around the relationship between carnality, desire, and spirituality. When asked what their inspiration is, they often cite their favorite horror movies in the same breath as Mary Shelley, though their creative focus leans toward poetry and nonfiction. In their free time, they can be found reading and listening to 70’s rock. You can find more of their work and contact information on Instagram at @hallowedhedonism.