The Morning Reading: " If only my body wasn’t borrowed from dust!"

The summer issue of The Threepenny Review features poems by Jane Hirschfield, Henri Cole, and Tomas Morin, Wendy Lesser on Isaac Asimov, Alice Mattison's memoir "Three Bartlett Pears"and the usual eclectic and luminous contributions including this poem by Dean Young:


Red Glove Thrown in Rose Bush


If only bodies weren’t so beautiful.
Even rabbits are made of firecrackers
so tiny they tickle your hand.
If only the infirmities,
blocked neural pathways, leg braces
and bandages didn’t make everyone
look like they’re dancing.
Breathing will destroy us, hearts
like ninja stars stuck in the sternums
of granite caesars. Should I worry
people have stopped saying how skinny
and pale I am. Paul may destroy the kitchen
but he’s the best cook I know.
Seared tuna, pesto risotto—where
did he get those tomatoes?—what a war
must be fought for simplicity!
Even the alligator, flipped over,
is soft as an eyelid. Hans, the trapezist,
got everyone high on New Year’s Eve
with a single joint, the girl he was with
a sequin it was impossible not to want
to try to catch without a net.
Across the bay, fireworks punched
luminous bruises in the fog.
If only my body wasn’t borrowed from dust!

—Dean Young

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Dean Young's "The Art of Recklessness" appears this summer from Graywolf Press. A new book of poems, "Fall Higher," is due out in 2011.

Young is on staff this summer at the Community of Writers and I look forward to seeing him up here in a few days.


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To review the rest of the contents and read the selected contributions posted online, visit the website:

http://www.threepennyreview.com/current.html

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