Taking down the map
I was in a hurry, and the map was only partly attached.
As I peeled the tape off the walls, I surveyed the soft, worn edges of the map–
Old tack holes pierced the corners in clusters, and folded-over tape remnants from previous reigns.
This map had hung in my bedroom for over a decade now,
Its occupancy having begun on the purple walls of youth Continue reading “Creased Earth”