
Map Of A Girl

Map Of A Girl
I am a girl
covered with pâper-maché.
A map of the World,
my skin.
Tropic of Capricorn cuts
across my heart center,
unspooling my compass,
separating my oceans.
Salty violent seas
swirl at my temples,
scorching desert sands
flood my ears,
blow into my eyes.
I feel everything,
like a starving lover,
yet, I possess nothing.