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Wednesday, May 2, 2018

26 I can't quite figure out how to use Slack tonight but I'll move there tomorrow

Map Legend



Snow:
comfort, the deep kind,
that doesn’t always reach you
but is often streaming toward you

House:
where one lives and rests;
a matted area;
a pause or omission in a story

Factory:
an attempt, carefully measured and painted;
a modification made for everyone’s safety

Snow:
a serif font

Gold River:
a town that forms from wear like a blister

Scissors and cured rubber:
supplies,
the telling

Button, red:
a girl, sudden, or a sudden girlishness

Ribbon:
window light from across a field that you’ve wound around 
a clump of your hair

Button, silver:
a tooth fallen out of the mouth of the problem;
a clean beginning, cauterized and healing;
a girlish glint of wetness at the ends of a man’s hair

A Woman:
a wick; a man; a candle

A Man:
a candle; a woman; a wick;
a woman who cools quickly

Gold River:
a town where the houses are holes cut out of the fabric
so the light can shine through

Murdering:
an extreme form of counting;
the opposite of counting

Gold River:
a dying river with restored flow

Gold River:
the last minutes of sleeplessness 
in which you seem to have solved the problem;
the layer of fat that seals and preserves the meat in a container

Gold River:
a disaster left off the list of disasters;
a disaster that flips a switch and turns on other disasters;
a disaster that shines when polished and set out on a tray with other disasters
















1 comment:

Radish King said...

Catie, I love this. I think it is the strongest poem you've posted here. Yes!!!
Rebecca