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Looks like I was a day late with Poetry Corner Monday. I'm terribly sorry if I caused anyone any pain because of my error. I know your Monday would have been a lot better had I not been working/making dinner/baking a cake/cleaning the kitchen/watching House and half of Lie to Me/writing an actual work-related blog post (which just got published today--check it out HERE). I promise it won't happen again. Until the next time it happens.

Well, friends, the suspense is over. Here it is, this week's poem:

Theories of Time and Space
by Natasha Trethewey

You can get there from here, though
there's no going home.

Everywhere you go will be somewhere
you've never been. Try this:

head south on Mississippi 49, one-
by-one mile markers ticking off

another minute of your life. Follow this
to its natural conclusion – dead end

at the coast, the pier at Gulfport where
riggings of shrimp boats are loose stitches

in a sky threatening rain. Cross over
the man-made beach, 26 miles of sand

dumped on the mangrove swamp – buried
terrain of the past. Bring only

what you must carry – tome of memory,
its random blank pages. On the dock

where you board the boat for Ship Island,
someone will take your picture:

the photograph – who you were—
will be waiting when you return.