June 14 by The Running Son
The c❂mpass dialect
I could wrap this up for you if
the sudden drop
hadn’t shattered my heart
and scattered me, parts
from a hundred language puzzles,
to far eastern shores
and off the edge of western ports.
Today, I’m north-boned,
but goddammit southern map lines outline home.
by Jim Aldrich
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