OCCUPATIONS

Astronomer to the ten Turkish moons
counted out on your fingernails.
Surveyor to the shiny silicate scar
of the childhood cut on your brow.
Geologist to the fault-line crack
your wrist has long since healed from.
Treasurer to the coin of vaccination
darkly minted on your left arm.
Farmer to the stubbled acreage
of your chin; to the nocturnal root.

Structure

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