She gave us a medal; she gave us a map.
- Sufjan Stevens, "Jacksonville"
I am healthier now, clutching
a mirror in my mind, a leaf
between my teeth.
The river is full
of leeches, but I fly over,
balancing the fever
on one wing and confusion
on the other.
The river is a mirror,
and my face is a happy blur.
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