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There’s an anomaly
where the compass fails
in the old woods
near Big Creek. North ain’t north
and south ain’t south. East and west
get flipped on their heads.
I, who never gets lost
got lost here…. where the water runs
backwards, then repeats itself
over and over
like a line in a song.
It’s where the hairs
on your neck get tickled….
where your mouth grows dry
and you hold your breath.
It is the longitude
and latitude of Bigfoot—
my Sasquatch friend.
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