to loml who knows nothing about geography (male, 16)

/ Zinnia Wu

Poetry1 min reading time

No. 9

IB GEOGRAPHY (Option C): EXTREME ENVIRONMENTS

REVISION WORKSHEET: Physical Process

Candidate Name: Zinnia Wu

Section 1: Key Terminology
Define the following terms in the context of mechanical weathering and landscape formation:
1. REGOLITH:               my drenched mascara,   
               mantles of my skin peeled off  
                   in front of you.                Flocs of me scattered…  
                        unconsolidated.  

2. EXFOLIATION / EXUVIATION:  and the successive exuviation of disguise
proceeds      as we simply cannot
              withstand 
              the internal pressure to declare.         I disintegrate;
                                                   you shift your eyes 
to hide a tear.  

3. AEOLIAN ABRASION (MUSHROOM ROCK):    I’ve heard laughs; 
            People say you look like an alien        (sometimes, 
                                                act, too)  
     But the way you cautiously           raise your forearms to  
                                        cover me – undercut by the wind –  
     awakens my incarnation   
     of being a granite.                I feel pedestalized  
                                     in your hug.   

4. THERMAL FLUX:   With confession,         you symbolize your cavity to
                           a microwave, teeming with
                   lukewarm mechanics                   faked as heat   
                      and it cooks        but never warms you.

5. DIURNAL TEMPERATURE RANGE:        To which I console:  
               our late-night talking is our tropical niche, 
                        the only shelter we will survive. 
                             Large diurnal temperature change 
                                             will clot and scab our
                    cuts
                                              loosen, nearly drop. 

Section 2: Synthesis
Explain how these processes contribute to the final state of the landscape: 
     And when our tears merge & clink like wine glasses on the floor,  
                 (underage, nothing but quivering mountain dew)    
   It will be more than weatherings that take place:   
                washings, meaningless talkings,  
                   silent spars, dreamings,
        uncountable wakings, sleepings, murmurings – 
    every pore on my skin is now tears.              You breeze,
                                     and crystals spring in me
 like ivies.
      We’re never ignorant.          All the natural phenomena exist  
            to create us.         This is our geography,
                         our little universe.               

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