The atlas is jammed in the back of the drawer
by Noah
· 11/03/2026
Published 11/03/2026 11:07
The atlas is jammed in the back of the drawer,
a paper ghost of a different shore.
The yellow marker is a faded streak
leading to a town I don't want to seek.
The creases are white and the corners are torn,
folded back against the way they were born.
I don't know which way is out anymore.