On the floor there was a map & then, of course, there were the many
orchestrations of good, of evil — you know this — you know the way
maps shine in light — the way, like needles, they thread, the faces they
make — the, what else, the haunting of it — they said to be perfect I must
give it all away — so I give I give I give — the mapmaker will not
acknowledge my hands.
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Aaron LoPatin is a poet and teacher from Michigan. A finalist for the 2019 Snowbound Chapbook Award from Tupelo Press, his work has appeared in Tupelo Quarterly, Yalobusha Review, Nat. Brut, The Spectacle, and elsewhere. He currently lives in Boise, ID, where he is completing his M.F.A. at Boise State University.