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October 17, 2012
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I fall asleep on
a map of the world
that is pulled taught to
reach the room’s corners,
pulled taught to
cover the room’s floor.
It is stretched like the
skin around my uneven skull,
stretched like my uneven desires.

When I regain awareness,
my eyelashes are
dancing with the vibrant
salsa girls in Latin America,
my fingers are
petting the matted fur
of giant pandas in Asia,
and the cave between my arm
and my torso is inhabited by
woolen eskimos.

I fall asleep on
a map of the world.
I fall asleep wanting to
see it all.
When I regain awareness,
I realize that the pieces
of me collectively

have seen it all.

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brax34 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 18, 2012 at 2:23 pm
This is beautiful.  You're ability to describe the entire globe in a simple poem is astounding
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