Angele EllisBUST OF A CHILDInspired by Alicia Lemne, "Blooming Sleep, with Turkey Tail," Pittsburgh Glass Center Listen to the audio version.Toby, they laid you in Penn Forest. A beautiful ceremony, your father said, white winding cloths unfurling like sails to dip you into scented earth. On everyday anniversaries, family visits the tree you feed with your body, doomed by a cracked chromosome to stop at ten, a small watch wearing down tick by tick. Your skin has turned verdigris. Pennies of algae weight your closed eyes. A mossy birthmark spreads across your soft cheek. Three frills of Turkey Tail— trametes versicola— spring from your collarbone like military ribbons, decorations for the striped nights and days of your Hunter's Syndrome hospital stays. You are the dream that may come in blooming sleep, supine bust of beauty returning to loam. The glass that sculpts you granulates like sugar at the edges. In time, it will drip liquid as if it were flesh, trickle like your laughter and your silence into a streambed of sand. * * * WORDS FOR E…Listen to the audio version.My friend, nestling in her ears No finality in sibilance— we see something swimming,
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