Everyone should go out and buy this book of poetry my friend Greg recently put together. Thanks.
“I wonder / if he noticed his lungs expand and contract, / his chest rise and fall, each time lifting, / by a few millimeters, a column / cored out of the star-barnacled universe / shaped like him and fastened to him / as surely as his skin, / and as infinitely heavy, as infinitely strange.” (via Greg Larson, Of Squids & Other Humans)
