How I Accidentally Hacked the Moon
I was just trying to fix my Wi-Fi.
That’s it.
The router was blinking like it had secrets.
I got mad, hit a few buttons I probably wasn’t supposed to, and whispered something vaguely threatening into the reset hole.
And then the moon flickered.
At first I thought it was a power surge.
But no — the actual moon in the sky blinked off and on like a faulty flashlight.
I checked the news. Nothing.
Checked Hive. Theories.
Checked my pulse. Still too high.
So I did it again.
Click. Moon off.
Click. Moon on.
I had become the accidental lunar admin.
The messages started coming through my microwave.
"Please stop. You’re affecting the tides."
"My werewolf boyfriend keeps glitching."
"You owe the sky an apology."
I didn’t mean to control the moon.
But I leaned in.
I added disco strobe mode.
Gave it a lazy wink every Friday.
One night I synced it to heartbreak frequency and three of my exes texted me out of nowhere.
Eventually, the government showed up.
I made them tea.
They left confused and slightly more poetic than when they arrived.
Now I run an emotional weather service.
Forecasts based on lunar glitches and metaphysical echoes.
Cloudy with a chance of closure? That’s a premium package.
It was all an accident.
Just a broken signal. A clumsy moment.
But sometimes the universe reroutes power to the exact wrong hands, and the wrong hands end up making something unforgettable.
Messy beginnings.
Genius by mistake.
This poem is my entry for the Sparks Fly Contest under the theme “Oops! Accidental Genius”.
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