Jes Tyler

CARTOGRAPHY The earth is perched on my shoulders whenI open Google Maps, the world contained in aboundaryless boundary filled with simulacra.I think often about hurling it into space,letting this weight fall from my burdenwere I not so committed to the people inits grooves, the nooks and crannies ofraised reliefs and time-tossed ravages.Atlas learned the earth

THE BEES AND THE BEES Were you told about birds and beeswhen your body changedand hair spread like mold from fecund flesh?The bread was fine yesterday.The coach in health class said “fertile,” a word thatdisturbed us all. No, not us;boys who boisterously bragged about future conquestsnow gulp at the the thought that their seedmight bring