even maps know that point of view
is a lifeless music—that the next sense
to evolve will only create further desire
to escape from experience
at intermission, the utterance of terms
we barely notice (these things happen in
the cracks, their particular hiss)
it goes from the center—what
we already know—to the margin
not suggesting the world
but its transparency
this meeting of place and memory
leads each wall to its vertex: find a home in
familiar corners, but do not record this process
where the frosted path has been driven
with stakes, the knowledge of something yet to happen
forges a second life of reflection, of ruptures
in which my life stands before the bulldozer
as a moment unplanned
in which you try to come to terms with structure
before its terms come to you
Anthony Santulli is a New Jersey born writer with a BA in Creative Writing and Italian from Susquehanna University. His recent work has appeared in minor literature[s], the tiny journal, Juste Milieu Lit Review, Bartleby Snopes, and Literary Orphans.
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