If you were more elastic,
you could build yourself.

Eye to eye, hand to arm,
a body distended into

molecules of vase and vesicle,
their neurons made simple

by relief and obsolete tension.

Laura Carter lives and works in Atlanta. Many poems appear in journals both online and in print, and she has published several chapbooks, most recently Dear Angelou (WonderRoot/Loose Change, 2016). She is hoping beyond hope that Donald Trump is not elected president.