From Ryan Gosling
But Ryan Gosling will die one day and the trees are more than certain
he will die driving covered in tattoos
and his body and the corrugated wind
last summer Ryan and I played a game with the trees
we decided they were well aware of our bullshit
the fact we shouldn’t have been driving
Ryan changing gear
and the click click grrrrr as the engine held its breath
which Ryan would come to tell me
was merely the sound of matter changing place
like when a blue whale yawns
and the lights go out in a school hall
or like the time I got a salary job and my father (my real one)
called me middle class and I was sure
nothing would change