Ultrasound by A.E. Stallings

13 weeks

What butterfly—
Brain, soul, or both—
Unfurls here, pallid
As a moth?

(Listen, here’s
Another ticker,
Counting under
Mine, and quicker.)

In this cave
What flickers fall,
On the wall?

Spine like beads
Strung on a wire,
Of our desire,

Moon-face where
Two shadows rhyme,
Two moving hands
That tell the time.I am the room
The future owns,
The darkness where
It grows its bones.

written by A.E. Stallings
published in 32 Poems

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