borderlands tender_square he’s trekking through dreamscapes, an intrepid explorer cartographing cities of self. gone so long i can’t conjure his face when he’s right in front of me; his eyes beam across their new discoveries, never catching me in their grandiose sweep. how often i’ve accused him of this desire, to return to a memory of us no longer sovereign state, when i’m the one drawing a boundary around our love. 211113 what's it to you? who go blather from