I Wish in the Ear of Your Heart

–A poem by Chris Martin


I Wish In the Ear of Your Heart


like it was the hidden

nest nesting

inside the anesthesiologist

or the vein

of ore moving slow

gold through the brown brain

of the morel. I wish

against the wall your throat

scales with each

wet swallow

and into the foc’sle

of this ark, where the loneliest

of creatures waits out

the storm, a single

ungulate wonder, whose

eyes sparkle with uncommon art

despite having lost

its partner

on the long, long

voyage of salvation.

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