The pebbles in my pocket by Florence Lenaers


quotations from a long ago field trip

pebbles of bone & milk drops of rounded

geology looking like tiny tiny—
pebbles worn by water ice & sand

just like the dancer warming up

up & down up & down up &—
        support your body weight on

        the tips of your toes
before the première before the limno-

logists break into applause before the

crème brûlée sugar crust breaks—
smooth pebbles as smooth as a cathedral

of bones and flesh hovering over piano

keys, fingertips unlocking—


Florence Lenaers is currently a physics PhD student at the University of Liège (Belgium), where she weaves tales of atoms trapped in cages of light. Her poetry has appeared, or is forthcoming, in Strange Horizons and in And Other Poems.