I have followed Love's map to the tel
and found the spot you marked.
A broken land, a barren heart,
Your sorcery at work.
Unopened, I, this letter,
waited for you until,
alone and in despair,
I gave myself to another.
The No. 9 carried her through the night,
Past the burning tower to the station
Where the ruins end and the grass begins.
Born in an island archipelago, ithacan now resides somewhere north of El Paso. ithacan’s published work include poetry, prose, and hybrid works.