Tagged: treasure hunt

in every treasure

after some use, hearts

after some use, hearts
lose that pealing
sound, the one
that brings islands
closer, as if you
were folding up
a map, finally
confident in your
way. after some
use, the thumping
wears away the
lining, hollows out
a dull ache, abandons
red Xs across small
towns, major cities –
treasure exhausted,
no need to return