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The Monsters at the Edge of the World
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for my wife Katherine
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- The film of your brain
- is a map drawn by conquerors
- flying the banner of exploration
- and misnaming all the islands,
- yet we sail through the clouds
- swirling in this hemisphere,
- navigate rivers of silver
- till we find the white slash
- circled in red that tells us
- stroke, hemorrhage,
- as if saying that monsters dwell here
- at the edge of the world, and nowhere
- do we see the lake where one night
- we drifted in a wooden boat
- with a bottle of wine
- and dangled sparklers
- over the starry water.
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from
Alabanza: New & Selected Poems
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