Founded in the fall of 1991, Laurel Moon is Brandeis' oldest, national literary publication. Each issue we publish features original work from undergraduate students.
If the aliens came today and picked me to save one thing on this 3rd rock it would be The Mountain Goats’ Jordan Lake Sessions. I run one hour seventeen minutes and twenty-three seconds just to see if I can still fill my lungs with strawberry preserves. Not a minute goes by in which I don’t think of you the used-to-be-you I would tell you to be yourself only a professor once told me that was the worst thing you could ever say to you. Professors can be pricks but so can I. I try to remember that I thought I would die and didn’t try not to put fishing wire around each tooth and tug tug tug try not to vomit a hundred tiny red plastic balls, what were those hippos so hungry for anyway? I think only, like, 1% of bananas are any good and I know it’s because of American imperialism but I still wish bananas were better. I like to chew chocolate. Sometimes I want to steal things then I remember the tobacco under my father’s fingernails and I do not. Once when I was 17 I was driving home and it was dark dark and I hit a dog and I moved it out of the road but after I washed my hands I did not feel bad at all at all at all and I know that makes me a horrible, rotten slug of a human being so I have never said it. I hope life still likes me. I hope life is still waiting for me to blow bubbles into her back.