SAO 158687

[mezcal]

In the galaxy given to the forest
beneath my breastbone,
a collar of glowing antlers,
found in no catalog of stars,
twinkles.
My heart hatches,
how a sun would rise
if daily born from a doe's egg.
To sap the marrow hue
from the calfskin's husk,
fallow, you get fat,
gnawing on the seventh rib
until the bone plate's
punctured by starlight.
The stillborn deer-planet
in my chest unstiffens its curl
and discovers it has rings.