Not by Choice but Circumstance
by Gary Hardaway
I haven't overcome the anger yet
at having lost the amniotic comfort
and constraint of not yet being thrust
into the glaring world
with its burdens of instinct-
all that chemical desire-
and consciousness- all that
placement of the self
within the overwhelming awe
and terror that is this space and time-
and the not quite unbearable beauties,
sensible and imagined.
With small and fleshy hands
I scratch at enigmatic stones,
shred the soft pulp of fingertips,
and split the more incisive nails
striving to impose or discern
a pattern that includes me.
The body is a fragile dwelling place
and ill equipped to understand.
striving to impose or discern
a pattern that includes me.
The body is a fragile dwelling place
and ill equipped to understand.
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Exquisite *
Another good one, Gary *
Excellent, Gary!
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"the amniotic comfort"!
"The body is a fragile dwelling place / and ill equipped to understand."
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Small fleshy hands.
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Thank you, Tara, Matt,
John, Bill, Amanda,
and Felicia.