I continued this Broken map
on paper napkins
on back of my bill's envelope
sticky notes
my breasts
my eyelids
for Fear of it veering off
for fear of falling off
the cliff
& I would have no trace
no moment to go back to
& say that's where
out there in the Pacific
at such and such time
the boat turned over
& the couple drowned
sometimes it's best
to let the sunken ships lie
be forgotten
let the scuba divers
pick through its ribs
for gold
it was a shame
the captain was greedy
he wanted more
young coconut meat
& endless tuna
& back at shore
I kept stitching the sails
kept the coordinates up
like cadence
though impossible now
to get back to anywhere
let alone know where
it began & why
