x marks the spot

X Marks the Spot
by hailey leithauser
where hot swag or loot
was put, or great beasts
squat or sleep. Where last
words were first said, pot
planted, fevers caught.
It’s usually east
and south, down deep, grease-
fingered routes of dots,
past glyphs for burned out
shacks, stacked rocks, deceased
elephants or priests,
along a path not
habitually sought—
brambled, unpoliced.

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