From the poem “Reading Maps: One.”
“We locate forbidden places, the kind marked dangerous, swamp, unknown territory on the old charts. We plot change. We love one another. Our bodies become lodestones to the future. We imagine a place not marked yet on any map. Between us words tremble and veer, like the iron needle of a compass, a guide to what we are making real.”
RIP Minnie Bruce Pratt
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