There’s this Nayyirah Waheed poem that I love:
Stay is a sensitive word.
In our skin forever.
I think about it when I see an ex’s handwriting tattooed on my arm.
Or the ink on my foot—another of heartbreak’s parting gifts.
These words are your first sightings of land.
My body is a topographical map of the places I have been.
This week, as I thought about #VOWmap, I realized how telling our spaces are as well.
There’s an iPhone charger at his apartment; he has always been and is an Android user.
The boxers I sleep in most nights were never mine.
I think perhaps we are all explorers and cartographers, and I’m increasingly curious about not only what there is to discover but what my own contour lines are telling.
This week, we…
Steph’s Map Mantra: “When I was born I became the visible corner of a folded map. The map has more than one route. More than one destination. The map that is the unfolding of self is not exactly leading anywhere. The arrow that says YOU ARE HERE is your first coordinate…” -Jeanette Wilson
Steph’s Song of the Week: Them Dirty Bones by Mike Waters
& Don’t Miss Lin’s #VOWmap post (coming soon!).