Offering XXVI: MIA

March 23, 2025

tears before strangers

and drinking bad wine

brings me up against

you again

my poet and maker of maps

one who led the way so freely

as I threw away all direction

so carelessly

you turned yourself in

they shaved your head

roughed you up

and down

but that was nothing,

was it?

between lost lands and across great distances

never seen again