- Vol. 10
- Chapter 11
this final heavenly phase of finger-mounds.
Glacial skin, stretched over inner oceans of blood
bear the weight of my walk,
not a trespass,
to reach the other side of this fleshy surface
where, a child, I wonder
what the apple-red planet will do
as I near its southern most pole-
black sky between us
yet to yield a bridge.