Wednesday, August 09, 2006


If it could rend open this metal, if it could make its way to Brazil. It was the element I couldn't remember its name, I called it a spanner just to have something. It dipped into each flower, I ran it wide open to Midlothian. Everything felt tight, the whole thing sounded compressed. It was the compression, it migrated, it felt like it might flip at a high rate of speed and be reduced to a sum of it's components. I thought I might be trapped inside it. There was no reduction, it moved too fast to see the wings move, it was graceful and small and terrifying. I felt it bleed inside me. I felt the river under the bridge, I felt the space under my truck, I felt it going by rapidly, I felt terrified. In this way I spanned the bridge.

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