MapsA Poem by MiriamMBwhen 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 |
AuthorMiriamMBDenver, COAboutI write, and I want a place to share my poetry, read other people's poetry and learn to grow as a writer. I want to write on more than just impulse. more..Writing
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