Aaron Samuels is the author of Yarmulkes & Fitted caps, released by Write Bloody Publishing. He is the recipient of fellowships from Cave Canem, Asylum Arts, and the Millay Colony for the Arts. Samuels is a founding member of the Dark Noise Collective and ranked 3rd place at the Individual World Poetry Slam. He currently lives in Los Angeles where he serves as Co-Founder and COO of Blavity Inc.





Aaron Samuels

Mario


Sometimes I want to end racism, but then I play Mario instead. My friends say Aaron, why do you even still have a Super Nintendo? Nobody cares about racism anymore. When my dad was growing up, he says they didn’t have things like Mario. He says that he and his friends used to fight racism all day with just a joystick and one button. It didn’t even look the same just a big circle, and a bunch of squares and dots. He says, Aaron, you don’t know how lucky you have it to be able to fight in three dimensions. He says that video games have always been three dimensional, but we have just been ignoring most of it, it’s simpler that way. Honestly, I don’t even really like Mario. But when I sit on my couch, sometimes I feel like I don’t have a choice at this point all of my friends and my dad just expect me to play. I have this dream where I find the real Mario and I ask him what it must have been like to be the first Italian video game superhero. He says, Aaron, just because I am the first that you know of doesn’t mean I am the first. Video games have existed since the beginning of time. The dream ends differently each time. Sometimes, I push Mario off a bottomless cliff. Sometimes I become a monster and eat him. Sometimes I eat poison mushrooms until I don’t know who I am anymore — until I think that I can be big enough to change the world. Sometimes, I am his brother and we fight and fight and fight and I hate him. I hate him so much.




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