proxied
headlight masks and wind shields hold
our faces flush against deep steeped roads
which shrinks a landscape pressed to know
how to leave & leave & leave behind
blinkers and their strangled glow
this is where i surrender, admit
i crave to be seen, let
the engine burn & burn &
burn me out like sickly light this
is where i told you i
never learned to drive
this is where i picked up company lunch
this is where i sat in fourth grade, hunched
& let spindly wipers, joints of spiders legs
tesseract us cross the swathes
of some wideback creature
bathed in gray, shiny even in
these taller grasses knows
how to move back, push forward
go fast, stop
that was good
it listens to me, reacts
& as you take the passenger seat
& is my body along these dashed lines
rubber teeth that lull the path unwind
acts for me if only for
a little while
Poetry
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October 10,
2021
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2-minute
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Lina Wu
is a multi-disciplinary artist and illustrator based in Tkaronto (Toronto). She loves to draw, write, and play in a way that combines softness and strength. You can see what she's up to at linawu.com.