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DIANE RAPTOSH

Selections from “The Zygote Epistles”

i.)

Zygote, you are my favorite not-quite-person

to talk to, though at times Iʼd rather swoon

through quill mums, rangy smoke alarms, or quietʼs

naked palms. Is language anguish-gauge or laughing gas?

Correct answer: yes. Iʼm not gonna shit you. The queerness

of personhoodʼs something to not quite get used to~~pits

to mark ears; eyes, dark blots. Heartʼs intellect. Perhaps like you,

I tell myself that everything about the world is movie,

and everything that moves within is world. Still, to honor

your sand-silt kinship, Iʼm starting to pat the earth down

with both forearms just for some new perspective. Dust nit.

Poppy seed. Iris mite. Jot off lifeʼs manicure stick:

You are one glad-ass act of insurrection. Of joyʼs terrorism.

The lilac vestige of linkingʼs musicianship.