History’s blood crumbs; prisoners
on the other side of the gate;
a geographical oxymoron;
what the printer omits on its own;
margins of plain paper; where on a map,
a named city doesn’t exist,
only a remembered one;
the negative space
the art teacher says to trace against;
a special kind of alibi:
I am not where you think I am
I am everywhere
— we are everywhere —
you think we’re not.
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