the map i made

two cities kiss

on the plastic fold-

down table

and the crease (

a sort of non-string)

of perpendicularity.

an airplane seems a cheap

place to have an

epiphany,

maybe (yet) tension of

two places makes

moment apt to be

plucked

or steel's fragility

is heard in

pickups/jetengines

spun:

i'm an arc

or wave

but more, folded paper