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MAP READING
ОглавлениеI hold up the map.
I can’t understand it—
its red lines and blue lines
like arteries and veins
of a mysterious body
about to give up her blood
as I lower my needle
to her flesh—
this compass
still searching for true north
while the map shudders
in my trembling hands
and a songbird hidden
in a bush by the gas station
sings about something
impossible.