City of Blastocyst

The blastocyst is the city of us.

The sky is the city of the star stores
the stairs inside me.

differentiating
of the star and the constellation
the city of fingerprints;

temple a dimple
the city of nose
how grows in the abdomen

day lives here by dear minuscule dei
from the secretes of the man,
the open house of the I am,

the perpetual flare arrived
by his rushing passed
into relation, for blastocyst

is the city that
under the ribs is whispered
by the name of us.

Copyright © 2007 Heidi Lynn Staples All rights reserved
from Dog Girl
Ahsahta Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission