by Carrie Lorig

I needed to make a patch, so I threaded my needle with some strands of longitude and latitude. I had no idea using them would pull the wires out from under the birds. On several farms, barbed wires unclotted and went smooth enough to step over. I heard lanterns collapsing and popping outside. Only then did I realize what I'd done and the herding that would be required to fix it. I thought of the orthodontists I would need to catch floating teeth, and of the equator writhing loose in a street far north where no one speaks his language.


Carrie Lorig is living and teaching in Seoul until the first day of Fall. She blogs, but not well, here.

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