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Syntax Issue 10
Denver Syntax
{hand}
  lisa gordon


Not enough time to untangle the hand from the headache – sadness.
In the yellow froth of remembered daffodil bouquets, fingers all salute.

I hand you my nervousness, it's about trying & lacking completion – touché.
& if I forget to signal the small creatures rising up? If I forget they're on my mind?

Pavlov Andreas Chekov – who knew so many people shared the same name?
I place the flowers with falling petals in the black globe of a vase: hope.

No more getting close, getting beyond. The hand reaching out hits knowing dead air.
I go off to work, flutter like the pretty girl next to me on the metro bench, get sloppy & high.

If the hand is like a starfish, if you can't sing a homecoming note, if you want but won't –
here comes the fingerprint noblesse, the next yawn, a lover doing Dickens forgetting Joyce…