Embryo
Patrick Miller
I held your face between my hands.
Nostrils and lids formed themselves before me.
I then saw your bones
shrink back, recede into your mother’s pool.
beneath a canopy of skin.
clutching yourself in solitude
behind a warm wall.
supermarket aisles,
past green lights
beneath layers of blankets
and household things until
your mother surrendered,
and savor your bite.
I press my lips against your cheek,
feeling a mutual structure form
between our heads.
Gripping, pulling, leading bodies.
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