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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Bruises

They shapeshift with the hours
in her skin, lilac to forsythia
polygons of porphyry

inscribed with scratch marks
which outline the subcutaneous’
succulent shadows

like the mortar between tesserae
in a Pompeian mosaic.
Unfurling, polychrome

peacocks: think, emeralds
winking through the black
carapace of pyroclastic rock,

think goblets of purpura.
Penumbra, and penumbra
and not a freckle left

solitary in space
---no plane of skin
unorbited. Instead

moles, birthmarks, glint,
clots in the rubble
of a sacked city,

strings in a supernova.





Note
This poem was patterned on an equation lifted from the first 7 stanzas of Mark Doty's "A Display of Mackerel" which may be read here.

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