POEM: Scale


They said they stopped developing this type of film
I took buses and trains and things that pass
over this giant country
to find a developer
It’s not so much developing the thing
as making me visible
as making things not owned by me mine
I would do it myself
But trust in me has not been developed
I am just the one who sees

I found a man in the store long ago where the music still played
“I don’t do that kind of thing anymore.”

I went backwards over the fields that blurred
and flew past like lithe tickets
I stopped seeing.
The scales lodged back into my eyes
I went home.
I lay me down in bed
In the field of E6s
Wound tight and secret

I stopped developing



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