Anser Journal


By Maia Joy

i hope that the profession of astronomy survives the apocalypse. i hope that when the sky
becomes so full of smog and the air too thick to pass light through, when the pollution fills our
ears so far beyond what billion-dollar corporations can hear our pleas of “my god, stop killing
the fucking planet,” they’ll create telescopes that can transcend even the densest of light clouds
cannot disrupt. i hope that the animals that are smarter than us, the creatures that will outlive us,
will do better. i hope that they will bury our bodies so deep into the ground that they will barely
remember a time that we were here, that our cars and skyscrapers and boats and stories will sink
into the ground and become fossils that they will someday brush off and decide to bury back in
the ground. i hope that the animals will someday turn us into a museum of dirt and stone and
staircases of tree roots that run so deep that we are no longer noticeable. i hope that they will fix
all the things that we couldn’t, all of the things we created, all of the things we destroyed, all of
the things that we could have and did and shouldn’t have and did anyways. if butterflies were
climatologists, we would have solved global warming by now. if we too sensed everything in the
air around us, if we let the earth move our bodies instead of changing the ground beneath our
feet, we would be a planet of beautiful things, of not-ruined, not-evil things, of things that touch
antennas to say “i love you” again and again and again, and never get sick of it.

Maia Joy is a poet and musician from Boston, MA. A 2019 graduate of Wellesley High School and two-time Silver Key recipient from the Massachusetts Scholastic Art and Writing Awards, she is currently studying music and creative writing at the University of Maryland, College Park, where she is a member of the Jimenez-Porter Writers’ House. Her work can be found in the December 2020 issue of Star 82 Review, as well as on her social media @maiajoyspeaks and website,