bewildered we stood
in the wilderness
each poem a held breath
like love or silence
there were no roads
we hated the word purpose
we threw our heads back
defiantly
the white of our eyes
nervous as horses
but we felt the map
in our blood like
birds forced to move
across a magnetic world
- Melanie DuBose
Melanie DuBose lives in Los Angeles under camphor trees full of parrots. She has been published in numerous journals, including Los Angeles Press, Gyroscope Review, Nixes Mate, among others. Recent chapbooks include "Prayer Wheel," coming out from Rinky Dink Press in 2026 and Girl/Fool (Bottlecap Press). more at melaniedubosepoetry.com
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