Comet the Dog

by Schuyler Chrastina

 

My mom is a killer.
I took a thick black tablecloth and laid it out on the ground.
I spilled the contents of a salt shaker all over it, but lightly.
I took some cereal,
captain crunch with crunchberries,
and tossed handfuls around until there was a good balance.
"What are you doing?"
"Making a universe."
My mom is responsible for the death of billions