At the end of your room
there’s an armoire
it’s been there forever,
you just never really payed attention
b/c
it’s brown and battered
and this means history
and this means you’re not interested.

Inside I’ve carved a map for you
and left
chalk to trace it, spackle to erase it.
You should better get going.

X marks the spot where you find your golden gloves.
O marks the spot where you are crazed by the noise from above.

The line in between is where monsters are born,
meet me half way.
I’m always North.