Taylor Hamann — The Monarch Review
Three Poems – Taylor Hamann
Monday, April 25, 2016 12:43 — 1 Comment
Sunrise I grew a mountain lily in the palm of my hand while you were sleeping, your toothbrush still tightly wrapped in that duffel bag, your boots by the door. But I held life as it bloomed under the shade of my body, my naked spine turned towards the sun. Mannequin You bought your left hand five blocks east of the train station, stitching it to your wrist, needle poking through soft flesh and braiding your veins like licorice. I think your right foot is from that greasy pawn shop downtown. You can trust me, you said, then […]
What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
