I can't swim because I can't fit into the water
I am
two million feet tallbut thank you for inviting me
I am standing in line inside my giant shirt
If someone wanted to weaponize me they would tell me to lie down on New York
and the city I destroyed would hurt me back
I eat stars
it's a riot
I know
my big mouth
full of their light
2 comments:
from Poetry magazine, Oct 2013
This poem really paints a picture! That line about being "two million feet tall" yet still not fitting in the water is such a poignant image. And the idea of using the speaker as a Block Blast for New York is oddly terrifying yet fascinating. It makes you think about scale and impact in a unique way.
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