Manufacture

Manufacture 7/21

A blank sheet
begins to map the
continent edge

A thick black line
making the coast
of Antarctica

Here is the place
the world stops
making ice

The tree line
is a green mark
across the places
you held yourself
at night

This sheet
is charting places
you dreamt

A sound across
imagined waters
is a call from deep

We hang this
in our apartment
and use it to break space