Vessel (New Poem)

Vessel

My fingertips prune once I break the skin
of the water’s surface. The pulp of a peach
against the white-calcium smile of a claw foot tub.

My spine rounded by the hull of my bath, I sink.
Lower into the groan, breathe into the deepening.
The peaks of my breasts stand stoic as bare floating islands.

I capsize, my palms ripening and chest tightening.
”Comadrona, ahora.”














M. Mazzaferro
2015

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