Sonogram: Poetry - Third Place | Baltimore City Paper

Sonogram

Poetry - Third Place

embryo curled in a pink ear
one body siphoning in music
and voices as it hangs
suspended in its warm galaxy

what strange beads of eyes
what finned fingers
opening like tiny oriental fans

what we see is always lit
with our mechanics
crawling toward this one listening organ,
even there

in such a casual flash:
illumined like some
halo-sci-fi-supernatural
creature

but warmth is dark
living below the equator
like a single exotic flower,
ear-shaped

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