(an ultrasound)
Detached, I watch
the images of two moons,
asymmetrical, distant
planetary spheres
with greyish, variegated veins,
rivulets and corpuscles
made abstract
on black shiny plates,
resembling organic form
amid dark matter
in deep space:
mere flesh (my flesh)
whose tracery suggests
volcanic cores and vents,
lips that might be
dormant craters
rising at the crests;
Pluto's surface
or Europa's
not dissimilar, in fact,
to these backlit,
cosmic and lopsided
semblances of breasts.