Find the university police office
opposite the Burger King on DeSiard.
The library is down the street from the KFC,
the Farmer’s Market for satsumas is tucked
around the corner from the P.O.,
but not the one from Eudora Welty’s story,
it’s the one that’s here in Monroe.
Without numbers, a GPS device is worthless,
can only tell me if I’m warm or hot,
if the car is getting close to the right parking lot.
Everyone tells me a story about the time they—
and their brother-in-law who—
I am learning to care.