Wherein a Surrogate Ventures, Hazards
by Danielle Pafunda

From behind the face stack, I slid their ration.
I steeled, and would not mind its splinter, kick,
or roving purse.  And so did not pull back
when it punctured first my scrim and then cord. 

Their ration, symmetrical and bearing evidence.
A forbidding they had not needed share.

Its cornea mounted, I ventured the brazen.  Shift
aside, I brought out my dim and durable nimbus.
Surely this was what they meant for us.  In time.

Later, salve to wound, I would regret,
but there in the medicinal pantry, fist deep in gloam.

Other poems by Danielle Pafunda in ActionYes #2:
Who Chose Lili Elbe
Who Chose Carmen Miranda