Up it grew inside her leg,
a cordage, an intricate rigging,
circling bone’s blanched trellis,
the slender tibia, the condyles
and tongue-twisting fibula.
There at the knee, an errant vine
coiled behind the meniscus,
the sesame seed of patella,
continuing to rise,
and twining the framework
of pelvis, the comfortable belly.
Then, flowering in the cage
of her bosom:
a flaming blossom.
by G.F. Boyer
Editor’s Note: This poem’s tight imagery and thoughtful line breaks lead the reader into the inner world of the body. What one finds there is unexpected.