What woke me that night?
Was it the rancid smell of burnt flesh
that went to fill the slants of my brain?
The lamp burnt with a steadiness unprecedented,
moth fatally attracted to the light
singed and rocketed into darkness.
I peeled away lifetimes
to the unitary cell that carried seeds of
every mole, every curve, every blemish.
I was alone in the room,
the contours of the space mine,
the pearly break of dawn my body.
Poem A Day : Molly Fisk’s prompt to write a poem on ‘This is my body.’
She says, “…you can incorporate the words into a poem (anywhere) or use the idea, riff on what it makes you think of… just about anything…”