1543 c/o Brittany Wallace

the scientific revolution

this morning my mother told me
"you are not the center of the universe"
she paused and then told me
to finish all of my cereal, to grow strong
my father sat behind the newspaper
the front page read "the earth
is no longer the center of the universe."
today is the day of the sun, i think
today is not mine or the earth's
or even god's, because
the men of science are writing books
about cutting apart human bodies,
and assembling skeletons,
and now i am supposed to believe
that when my heart moves inside of my chest,
my blood comes spilling out of it.
i am not the center of the universe.