He packs a lunch of phosphorus and amino acids
and enough water to cool a dwarf star. Overworked
and underpaid, he crash lands on an insignificant rock.
The heat from the nearest star thaws out his frozen meal
which he garnishes with iron from the planet’s core.
The home office calls him and asks why he has taken
his lunch break so early. Comet as paperboy tells
the home office to fuck off. The next day more comets join him,
each one carrying a tv dinner that he helps bring to life;
the shelves fill with meatloaf and lasagna. Home office calls again.
What’s this? You’ve formed a union now? Well, what
are your demands? Comet as paperboy hangs up. The comets burn
their phones in the lava pits, sulfur smoke sits in the air.
The stars shine brighter with jealousy, with bitterness—
their readers can get their news the old-fashioned way from now on,
the comets decide. They can wait for the light to reach them.
Samantha Blysse Haviland is from Mamaroneck, New York. Their work has been recognized nationally by the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards and has previously appeared in Ninth Letter, Blue Marble Review, and Lumiere. They enjoy writing in all genres and are especially fond of experimental work.
3 thoughts on “Comet as Paperboy by Samantha Blysse Haviland”
The imagery in this is incredible 🖤The story building and execution of it is also phenomenal, I aspire to be this good as what you did right here