This poem is taken from Stand 228, 18(4) December 2020 - February 2021.

Aoife Lyall Two Poems
Sacrum

Your back arches at the touch of gel as smooth
on your skin as the vernix it barely remembers.
The radiographer works in silence, curving
the transducer with the rhythm of a song, playing
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