Why I Hate Reading Maps
I have unrolled a map
onto my kitchen table
and put one finger
where you are and
another where I am.The space between
is only inches. That close,
I could feel you breathing.
I could reach out and
run my fingers through
every strand of your hair,
touch your lips and
barely need to move.In the corner of the map
there is a guide for judging scale:
every inch a hundred miles
full of roads and rivers and trees,
the guide a sharp reminder
that you are where you are
and I am where I am,
inches apart.
(Source: gabrielgadfly.com)
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