Monday, August 19, 2013


The towns I have lived in are skin.
Their pathways are unravelling
toward an intertwined light.
The maps in them are vaguer
by the second; all their numbers
are frail.  There is a woman in one
of their tousled boundaries, but tonight
she could be sleeping on a park
bench, or ruling a city council,
it doesn't matter.  Presently we will
be building a territory of unlit material:
where the modern and the ancient
collapse so deeply into one another,
we are making love, and we are severed.

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