LETTER


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvwyXwbvZbE

GMC,
If I could find it, I would split your grave. I would make light enter the granite space that bears your name. With a hand chisel, or a chain saw, I would meticulously incise, initial its face. I would bear vertically from the top of your tombstone into the earth, to see how dark that void would be, each mineral layer exposed, from quartz to dirt. I would survey the space where the grass grew over your soul and portion the land into divisible tracts, noting the value and use I would intend for each mini-plot, each section of you.

There’s nothing else to do but destroy your mineral trace, your non-site, to make a concrete rubble from your obelisk. To realize your documents with my manual labor. “To convert a place into a state of mind.”

Every hole you made’s been lost, and it fills me with a sadness so unbearably light.

EMK


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