"Black Night" by Kerri White

I dream the sky
is full of holes
instead of stars,
and through each hole
more rain falls, leaving
watermarks on our skin
in the shape of stars.

We pray to each other,
eat bread and figs
we left soaking in milk.
A bowl of dyed eggs
drops into a woman's lap.
None break.
She picks up one egg,
simple and whole.
It pulses in her hands,
casts a glow on her skin,
illuminating stars.

BIO: Jayne Pupek holds an MA in Psychology and lives near Richmond, VA. Her fiction and poetry have appeared in several online and print publications. "Primitive, her chapbook of poetry, is forthcoming from Pudding House Press. Email: JaynePupek@aol.com