I’LL BE A SOUP GIRL TIL THE BIG CRUNCH
One day the primordial soup will slurp my bones back up into
lysine, arginine, histidine during a lull in the sun’s
rays piercing bleaching. That dissolved flesh will take
flight into the permitting gasses and I’ll almost-caress the firmament,
that is, the thermosphere. It’s been hotter these days,
hotter than hot, the way the earth is still boiling from the turmoil
of birth, that is, rebirth, that is, the death of us all. I can feel it
now, the heat of life starting up again. Maybe once my soup-
body has been dispersed into the red hot void,
and ages later returned to form by Miller and Urey’s
reincarnated little flame, we’ll all begin to understand
that there is no true end, no true beginning, no true god,
that there is just the soup to the fire to the sky.
Eleni Polinska, 23, West Virginia - USA ✯ IG: @elpolinska
“Eleni Polinska (she/her) is an incoming MFA student from Appalachia. She can usually be found in the nearest cafe writing about cyborg futures, sapphic aliens, and problematic asexuals. Sometimes, she screams into the impenetrable darkness (the internet) at aliengirlvoid.com or @elpolinska on insta. She is managing editor of Voidz Magazine (voidzmag.com). She also loves soup, both of the edible and primordial varieties.”