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TINY THINGS CAN STILL BEAT YOU Jessica Lynn Smith |
An eye where a button should be. telescope, horoscope. Find a new Condensation beads on the lip for whatever is bigger than you.
__ I guess this poem germinated out of a fascination with perspective, relativity. I like the idea of the specific becoming nebulous. How something like size or weight seems so fixed, so concrete; but really, the significance of those things is completely dependent upon the lens through which they’re viewed (and there are infinite lenses). A falling away of specificity via ever-shifting points of view, of comparison. It’s a weightless feeling (from my perspective, of course); and one in which I like to imagine myself standing still while the whole universe spins around me. |