border/softer

by

Magazine


in the new year or when i grow up or
if i live through the night i want to be

ungovernable      no longer a citizen
to any of the names assigned my body

& then how boundless could i make my life
which for all its smallness still exhausts me

balancing act of all my margins all my conjugations
of cannot      if i live through the night i will bleed

into all my edges until i am no longer a stroke
of some careless man’s pen      after

a particularly liquid lunch churchill was said
to have created [      ] with a stroke of his [  ]

& isn’t a map only a joke we all agreed into a fact
& where can i touch the equator   & how will i know

i am touching it      &where is the end of my country
the beginning of the next how will i know i’ve crossed over