Maps

Maps

A Poem by Katie R. S.

My mother collects state-shaped
magnets from every state
she's ever visited.
Her refrigerator is two thirds of a US map
bought from dozens of gas stations,
all in different colors.

I collect my words
like she collects places,
vocabulary found buried under landmarks.
They've fallen off the fridge,
become tripping hazards on my kitchen floor.
I've mistaken them for food
and choked and choked
and still, somehow,
I pile up more.


I've made my furniture out of them
like my mother's made her maps,
sleeping on a bed of unwritten
poetry--
fragments
good for nothing else.

© 2016 Katie R. S.


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Katie R. S.
Katie R. S.

MN



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