These are linked poems created week by week for a year, inspired by the book No Choice But To Follow, and the poets therein who did it first.

Monday, 13 October 2014

October #2

The Past Tells Me I Exist

Those genes I sowed years ago
on hard ground
raised dragons of fire and water
who roar at the world
in ways I never could.
They spliced themselves,
and now here come the results,
helixing down the hallway
to scramble onto my morning bed
and feed me cold toast.
They shiver like cells around me
with toy trucks and jam,
insisting on under-the-blanket tents.
Meditation detaches me from the world,
and these two hot, moist little junior dracos
bring me back to it.
They make me live hard
right down to my mitochondria.

— Helen Patrice


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