Please

The Redundant redundancy of a modern city sinking
I’ve mapped my town like a sprawling web
Found my tiny representation
And Talked politics
Thumbed
Its Brown hair and eyes like my own
Plastic
scared
like some selfish prick
in and out of churches
schools
buffets

in matters such as scale this is an absolute
start my house on fire with its model

burn my hand on my melting figurine