Friday, April 15, 2016

Wait/Mike Andrelczyk

The difference between the water gun you twirled around your index
finger when you were 11 vs. the weight of the black automatic pistol
hanging from your wrist.

The amputated digit of a Tyrolean alpinist vs. 7 gleaming watermelon seeds
a postage stamp vs. immortality
a metropolitan modern art museum vs. Love Gone South for the Winter
the blood dripping from your index finger vs. the Indian Ocean

the weighted air as you first enter
a darkened tunnel and emerge not
1 but 2
selves. The weight of yourself
leaning against yourself

the difference between the weight in your cupped hands
as the water runs away between your fingers and all
that’s left is the weight
of the molecules that make up
what we call nothing.

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