there is too much of everything

"

I go to sleep and wake up

different. You make a lengthy

drive across Iowa to find

the other end of Iowa, its fields

hung silent in iron sky. Claims

are always being made

about precision. If I were a bird

I would mean to be

the small kind. What is going on

in that room where

no one lives? It might fill

itself with delicate things,

some very nice iron bowls,

twelve miniature trees all

of them aflame. Listen,

Cody. How many times

did they tell you

you╒d never make it? One day

is never longer than

the next untangling film

from a canister. Somebody

means to measure you

by needle and light.

I take a quiet kind

of panic to the river.

"

wendy xu, it’s almost my birthday don’t tell anyone (via grammatolatry

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(via grammatolatry)