The Girl Who Was Also a Map
It was winter when I first met her
I did not quite realize what she was
Because of the cold, she was covered and concealed.
Around April was when the mosquitos came
“April showers bring May flowers” was not correct.
The wet spring months brought thousands of the creatures
And she had always been sweet and her warm blood beckoning
So the first bite of the year
Scabbed itself into the shape of South America on her elbow.
And after the rain came the haphazard heat
Shirt sleeves slowly crept upward as the months persisted
On her upper arm (somewhere above South America)
Nearly faded into the fleeting summer tan
Dwelled a birthmark in the shape of Connecticut.
As I got to see her more and more
More and more places cropped and popped up
A peninsula, sort of like an upside-down Florida
Constructed of bumps across her cheek
A distinct blotch, red sun burned island on her back
Australia, in the flesh / on the flesh
Summer-soft freckles flashed under her eyes
A constellation, a map to buried treasure, morse code
It’s like the way some people fall in love with adventure and travel
They love the way it feels to escape and go somewhere else.
I fell in love with the one who can take me there.