Im going back to minnesota where sadness makes sense

O California, don’t you know the sun
is only a god
if you learn to starve for him?
I’m bored with the ocean

I stood at the lip of it, dressed in
down, praying for snow
I know, I’m strange, too much light
makes me nervous

at least in this land where the trees
always bear green.
I know something that doesn’t die
can’t be beautiful.

Have you ever stood on a frozen lake, California?
The sun above you, the snow
& stalled sea—a field of mirror

all demanding to be the sun too,
everything around you
is light & it’s gorgeous & if you stay
too long it will kill you

& it’s so sad, you know?
You’re the only warm thing for miles
& the only thing that can’t shine.

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Im going back to minnesota where sadness makes sense

‘I’m going back to Minnesota where sadness makes sense’
- Danez Smith

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I'm Going Back to Minnesota Where Sadness Makes Sense

O California, don't you know the sun is only a god
if you learn to starve for him? I'm bored with the ocean

I stood at the lip of it, dressed in down, praying for snow
I know, I'm strange, too much light makes me nervous

at least in this land where the trees always bear green.
I know something that doesn't die can't be beautiful.

Have you ever stood on a frozen lake, California?
The sun above you, the snow & stalled sea—a field of mirror

all demanding to be the sun too, everything around you
is light & it's gorgeous & if you stay too long it will kill you

& it's so sad, you know? You're the only warm thing for miles
& the only thing that can't shine.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

O California, don’t you know the sun is only a god

if you learn to starve for him? I’m bored with the ocean

I stood at the lip of it, dressed in down, praying for snow

I know, I’m strange, too much light makes me nervous

at least in this land where the trees always bear green.

I know something that doesn’t die can’t be beautiful.

Have you ever stood on a frozen lake, California?

The sun above you, the snow & stalled sea—a field of mirror

all demanding to be the sun too, everything around you

is light & it’s gorgeous & if you stay too long it will kill you

& it’s so sad, you know? You’re the only warm thing for miles

& the only thing that can’t shine.