Tuesday, May 21, 2019
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Rating: ★5.0
My map, like a mid-century globe
Appears, at some distance
to be made of clearly defined segments of color
with writing at their centers
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8/3/2025 12:54:53 AM # 1.0.0
Stunning poem, you command language with the manic alacrity of Atwood at her best, I love the metaphor of human form being a map, the psyche itself is the frailest of maps, with age it withers like yellow pages obscuring the boundaries and the names of places, until the spaces become confusing without references, much like growing up. A fantastic poem 10!
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