Ekphrastic Series
Week Seven
Recent Import
Cory Fitzgerald
Beams to Hokkaido
Zachary Schomburg
What we did
with our satellites
was point them.
Up there there
are people you
can just hand
them a baby.
Toshio found his
growing under a
rock. It looked
like a mushroom.
A skull of
an iceberg is
in the sun.
A fried egg
on a wave.
A spider web
in the milk.
Who crawls to
the lip to
squint. Who sees
the house we
thought we'd die
slowly together in.