Self-Portrait as Vitruvian Man

In Italy, I lie between two lovers
who call me an offering. They search me

like they’d search a lamb’s belly for
the empty stone, an anti-cornucopia

which weighs four pounds and sweats intimacy.
So I become a socket. It’s cold outside

when they open me up, blind if not
for the lens of my skin. I become the mouth

where mouth-to-cave resuscitation buds
stone in a belly. How didn’t

I know this, watching either one
lie flat and fill the wingspan

of an eagle.

Sarah Feng is a rising freshman at Yale University. She is the editor-in-chief of COUNTERCLOCK Journal and the founding director of the COUNTERCLOCK Arts Collective. Her work has been awarded by the Poetry Society of the United Kingdom, the Adroit Prizes in Poetry & Prose, the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards, the Academy of American Poets, the National Council of Teachers of English, and the New York Times. A recipient of scholarships from the Leyla Beban Young Author’s Foundation, the Live Poets Society of New Jersey, and Teen Vogue, Sarah loves running, eating dark chocolate, and listening to Studio Ghibli soundtracks.