[island dreamed me a test tube island]
by Eric Schweiker

island dreamed me a test tube island

quietly the landscape offers itself to twitching muscle    embryonic    sleeping tidal mussel    the dark ceiling rises like a cloth

unhitch the tent and sail away

your breasts are breathing babies    I’ve sewn a ship of your skin   sewn it from your breasts    I float in the glass belly of your skin ship    from here the scenery foolproof