She painted maps on her arms,
Latitudes, longitudes, legends and symbols
Her eyes did all the traveling
Places she dreams of treading in ballet slippers
And yellow gum boots
She, her eyes, they swam
In the ocean, in tears, in a combination of guilt, regret, spilled blood.
The rivers are red, the cities dark
And borders, invisible, countries merging.
Her fingers tire, walking all day
Sao Paulo, Bombay, Normandy
*an old personal favorite*