Candling Say that it bloomed, put down roots, lodged like an egg in a nest, snow in a cleft, wedged for a winter’s nap, say it turned three times round, curled up with its nose toward the door. Say myometrium. Say wand. Say gel, neoplasm, adenoma. Say benign. Benign. Put a light bulb behind it and watch it tumesce. Say the raven is growing a new planet in your body. Should the nascent body bloom, say is this the beak, that the beginning of legs. First published in North American Review and later included in Jenifer's second poetry collection,Grayling. Jenifer Browne Lawrence is the author of Grayling (Perugia Press, 2015), and One Hundred Steps from Shore (Blue Begonia Press, 2006). Her work appears in Bracken, The Coachella Review, Los Angeles Review, Narrative, North American Review, and elsewhere. She lives on Puget Sound, and edits the Seattle-based journal, Crab Creek Review. Say hi on twitter @jeniferbrowne. Comments are closed.
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