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Issue 20, Poesía | February 2017

     

Smash Shop

From the bench above the pond I watch two ducks make dark channels
 
in the water as they feed, pathways through a mosaic of cracked green ice.

Behind me the rocks, strata of red igneous beneath ochre sandstone,
 
are an unconformity —a geologic span— characterized by an immense amount of nothing
 
between two calculable intervals of time.

Nothing not meaning that something wasn’t there,
 
but that no thing remains from the something that was.

I make lists of other things I see:

A female body is more regulated than weaponry;

White tigers swim like sharks onto flooded coastal streets.

This world wouldn’t be a mess if people weren't imagining God.

My friend wants to create a smash shop,
 
a space where people break as much as they want, 

for as long as they like.

She imagines a warehouse full of junked cars and thrift shop pottery, long lines to get in

because one of the things people do best is destroy things.

The geologist Clarence Dutton coined the term Great Unconformity, 

a concept indicating an absent interval of geologic time, 

though in 1882 he couldn’t date the rocks the way we can, today.
 
Dutton saw that something was missing; he just didn’t know how vast it was.

My friend’s idea is to have people pay by the hour,
 
but who will ever be able to stop?

The simple beauty of common things make us rage enough

to want to demolish everything in sight.
Smash Shop