I’m about to reach max saturation
Turn completely spherical
Leave a slug trail when I roll
At first it’s frightening
Feeling more and less of different intervals and levels
Then it’s exhausting and awful
Then you get used to it
Still I bet you this
One day you’re out somewhere maybe the park
You bump into someone you haven’t seen in awhile
Between the how longs and now what’s they say something
Maybe the time you puked in geography
Or marital problems
Or trees smell like antique cardboard
And after you notice they unveiled the new war memorial from months ago
On the way home
I stop by the town center with the new sculpture garden
Yellow cherries, big rusty dog, a pillar made of coal
Today it looks like a stubbed tip of a giant pencil
Yesterday a skinny tie for a mountain
Behind me the sky spills like a bucket over municipal buildings
I wait for an army of janitors to establish and sweep a line
I touch my shoulder to see if its real
Facing the colossi
Which is by some extension me
I don’t move
I say to myself
No human looks like that without freezing
Or choking
Or joining the Blue Man Group
Either way
When I look down it’s only me
Lucas Restivo is a writer from Massachusetts. His twitter is @_mr_lou_ and his instagram is @not_lou_
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