Handhold (for a Zygote)
by Andrew Demcak
genre:
Poetry
description:
a 12 line, semi-iambic, sonnet, from Catching Tigers in Red Weather (three candles press, 2007)
chapters
chapter 1:
an excerpt from Catching Tigers in Red Weather, 2007
an excerpt from Catching Tigers in Red Weather, 2007
chapter 1
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Handhold (for a Zygote)
Welcome. You’ll be good. A jaw infused
with appointed energy, and a brain
the diameter of a crown. You will
not have paradise — not yet, right angles
and endless repairs of etceteras.
The world will be a lover’s apple to
fuss about, your heart an adding machine
with zero to solve. What it is to be
made of feelings. Somewhere ceiling tiles
fall out and break. See how it will happen —
you’ll lose your lovely coloring, and your
tiny spine will have to bend, bend, and bend.
-Andrew Demcak
Copyright © 2007
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Welcome. You’ll be good. A jaw infused
with appointed energy, and a brain
the diameter of a crown. You will
not have paradise — not yet, right angles
and endless repairs of etceteras.
The world will be a lover’s apple to
fuss about, your heart an adding machine
with zero to solve. What it is to be
made of feelings. Somewhere ceiling tiles
fall out and break. See how it will happen —
you’ll lose your lovely coloring, and your
tiny spine will have to bend, bend, and bend.
-Andrew Demcak
Copyright © 2007
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