When have we seen our own hands as if a
beast apart, like Descartes, not belonging to
our thinking core? Hands gone rogue. Left
hand renegade. Right hand scapegrace. A
dog we didn’t leash before it tears a child’s
face.
When have they seemed self-activated,
automaton, outside the inside of our control,
beyond the borders of our boundaries? A
physical transgression? A redlight
trinculation? Unaffiliated finger flicks switch
to roll up window. Dismay. What have our
own hands done we would wish washed
away?
Dayna Patterson
Dayna Patterson is a consulting editor for Bellingham Review, poetry editor for Exponent II Magazine, and founding editor-in-chief of Psaltery & Lyre. She is a co-editor of Dove Song: Heavenly Mother in Mormon Poetry (Peculiar Pages Press, 2018). Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in AGNI, The American Journal of Poetry, Hotel Amerika, So to Speak, Sugar House Review, Western Humanities Review, and others. http://www.daynapatterson.com
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