Prop 8 - Repeal

pulling the strings tightly incised. deep into the wounds and points of freedom like those we laid out on the map. pressure points. meridians. cities of dust and points of reference.
tugging just slowly till a ripple effect occurs, throughout the body, like alcohol on the wound, precipitating poison around the isles. we lay on edges of earth, on the slip of the earth into the sea, strands as rushing water glides us inward.
the pulling still happens.
and like nerves being urged, or the tearing at the ligaments, asked and begged to falter, pressuring the body to perform a new level of maintenance on the land. we allow those "rules" to configure our every move. even ones which tell us who to love, how to love, when to love, and why. and even further, those who command us not to love.
i am not drawing this one onto the map.
~mapmaker (me as)

Vermeer (1632-1675), The Cartographer