Maps

Maps

A Poem by MiriamMB
"

when you've lost your way.

"

I’m a woman born with no map

burned into

my  palms or

my scalp,

my inner thighs

or the soft place

under my tongue

I have lost my way

temporarily

just until I learn not

to fear the sound

of hot iron on cooking flesh

and the smell of burning skin

and singed hair.

© 2012 MiriamMB


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Added on December 7, 2012
Last Updated on December 7, 2012
Tags: maps, life, living

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MiriamMB
MiriamMB

Denver, CO



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