poem

 The Map Room

We don't fit together like lock and key

We lack all adjacency

You have to take a step back

Acquire a bird’s eye view

All that space between us 

Is part of our shape too

I know you get frustrated wondering what I’m thinking

I’m thinking if you put your hand right here 

And I reach for your hips

We make a peninsular nation

Jutting into an ocean 

With its capital buried in ash.

Move your left foot just a fuzz

And there’s a door between our shins

That opens up into a vast map room 

Where we go to browse the atlases

And find the geometries of our life. 

11/7/24