DRY YEAR, Β NOAH GUNDERSEN, Β 2017Β
β Tell me where all of this is going. β
β Somewhere, a young man is dying. β
β Now the sky's given up her child and the dead grass of the back lawn. I hope she takes the water in my body when I'm gone. β
β The accumulation of all your high school insecurities, all your lost love and aspiration. β
β You give yourself to the night when you can't sleep. βΒ
β There's an unseasonable weight in the air. β
β Hasn't rained here in a long time. β
β Some days it feels like we're dreaming, moving like shadows in a trance.β
β Everyone's ignoring the smoke. β
β You hold onto your values like they're gonna save you.β
β Somedays the world feels like a building on fire. β
















