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Kei Miller

I. IN WHICH THE CARTOGRAPHER EXPLAINS HIMSELF

I. IN WHICH THE CARTOGRAPHER EXPLAINS HIMSELF

I. IN WHICH THE CARTOGRAPHER EXPLAINS HIMSELF

You might say
my job is not
to lose myself exactly
but to imagine
what loss might feel like –
the sudden creeping pace,
the consultation with trees and blue
fences and whatever else
might prove a landmark.
My job is to imagine the widening
of the unfamiliar and also
the widening ache of it;
to anticipate the ironic
question: how did we find
ourselves here? My job is
to untangle the tangled,
to unworry the concerned,
to guide you out from cul-de-sacs
into which you may have wrongly turned.
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I. IN WHICH THE CARTOGRAPHER EXPLAINS HIMSELF

You might say
my job is not
to lose myself exactly
but to imagine
what loss might feel like –
the sudden creeping pace,
the consultation with trees and blue
fences and whatever else
might prove a landmark.
My job is to imagine the widening
of the unfamiliar and also
the widening ache of it;
to anticipate the ironic
question: how did we find
ourselves here? My job is
to untangle the tangled,
to unworry the concerned,
to guide you out from cul-de-sacs
into which you may have wrongly turned.

I. IN WHICH THE CARTOGRAPHER EXPLAINS HIMSELF

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