Saturday, December 04, 2004

THIS PAGE

is now
a test tube
in my laboratory.
Surrounded by
bubbling beakers
and alembics, I
am peacefully at work
creating myself.
See?
My foetus
is seated
in the test tube
curled
like a fiddlehead
or a face
bowed in prayer.
His transparent heart
beats
under a veil of skin.
Dark
glass bead eyes
stare out at you.


--First Published in Grain, Winter 1988; subsequently in Guatemala & Other Poems

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