Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Tromp

My entire back yard is a perfect little city. 
Waist high skyscrapers 
cars the size of cockroaches 
people who can sit comfortably on the head of a nail. 
Six years I’ve measured and sculpted and painted 
squinting through a magnifying glass 
building every single detail 
from nearly microscopic rolls of toilet paper 
to a writing subway system. 
Hundreds of hours. 
Thousands of dollars. 
Here’s where it all comes together. 
The city is cardboard. 
The people are chocolate. 
My Godzilla suit is a perfect fit.

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