The maps are stricken by a strange disease

by Jefferson Hansen

We feel all gummy today.

It was not likely to happen

this way, but it did.

Something comes, but not

right. We stand on

either side of an imaginary

boundary enforced by the

nuclear threat. There is no

rhythm to a simple line.

We must heed the waiting list.

A cement truck follows

wet footprints fading on asphalt.

Our turn may come somewhere:

There is no “sort of” an end.

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Jefferson Hansen edits this blog. He has a number of books out, including Cruelty and and beefheart saved craig, both from BlazeVox.