They Will Sew the Blue Sail

Everything That Acts Is Actual | Hanae Jonas

I shut the tired book but open

the longing song   Good to live

down here for another spell:

in the morning slums of love

the sun crazed roads

travel into me  And his sounds dirty as lakes

Where the map grid ends

so much water begins: like a song

we listen even

to the sleeping rocks dream  the kind

of noise you can’t talk about

in a book

When a road walks you this far

don’t try to say

it wasn’t actual:

I hear the proof

when he wakes like warm

gravel against my ear

Susurrus  sub rosa

I don’t know how to keep this down

or away

from the cartographers

so I won’t get sized

to faithful scale