I found where my house fits under the sky tonight.
Just under the shoulder of Taurus,
A little east of Cassiopeia’s lap,
A little west of the charioteer.
karoline strickland
I found where my house fits under the sky tonight.
Just under the shoulder of Taurus,
A little east of Cassiopeia’s lap,
A little west of the charioteer.
I’ve mapped my body, just like you,
I’ve settled where my thoughts are (in my brain, of course).
But when I walk alone my thoughts appear, arise, and open with my footfalls

as if that’s where they wait for me,
underneath
collected
on the soles of my feet.
I fear
I think
Efficiency
outranks
Humanity.

Many of us – it seems –
(I wonder why)
lead lives
of quiet
little
undigested
traumas.
