Black Holes 11 Ellaina Powers The sun will set after eight again in one year from now, when it’s 昀椀nally legal for me to poison myself beneath a sky full of Grecian ideologies. Maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll meet them before then. Get to shake their starry hands and hear all about the outlandish wishes they keep beneath their belts, a crack of thunder and the bite of celestial leather against my cheekbone. They mistake my scars for freckles and reassure me somebody’s probably made a thousand wishes on me. I wish I felt signi昀椀cant enough for that. They smile and say, One thousand and one.