Bubbles
By Danijela Kambaskovic-Sawers
Published 24 October 2021
Your heads bubble
along the veins of the benches:
Like nerve nodes,
you follow the movement of my arm:
I feel you working.
Fingertips tripping
on the surface of your notebooks,
words caught in your roots,
you spin
in ante-deluvian liquid:
birthing yourselves, human stem-cells,
pluri-potential, omnipotent,
your taste-buds bursting
with flavour.