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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