an old map, I am
crumpled, but you’ll see my tracks
unfold me, gentle
here’s where I laughed for
too long and too often
here’s where skin yielded
until sweet and juicy
then toughened scar tissue around the heart
there’s an erosion here, from tears dried off in the sun
leaving trails
as tender as hearts melted away
here’s one where a lump turned
into a crevice – now a fender for a hearth
here’s where he kissed me, dusty now
no note or flag to show that he was here
nothing to identify
the greatest landmark of all