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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