Poem: ‘Inner’
Rae Armantrout, 23 January 2025
Our universe is tattooedon the inner lipof a black hole’s event horizon
and a columbinejerks stiffly in the wind.
It doesn’t mindor has no mind;
it lives to be readby insects.
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This child is merryand lonely.
She twinkles knowinglyat no one
like a revolving dooror star.
In one viewshe is being stretched out
in another she’s travellingin and in