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Two poems by T. ZACHARY COTLER

From Sonnets to the Humans
    
            
Then did you build this gallows,
calling it a natural cause,
consenting to abandon breath,
belief, and memory on it? Was
I one night, with cognac,
under the scaffold,
washing the feet. Because
there is no grace except
of the thinnest
duration, I, too, was
hanged, but at a distant station,
and grace has a half-life; grace
is a state one stage
decayed from perfection.
 



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From Sonnets to the Humans
    
            
There is nothingness in you,
he said, that pulls me, partial vacuum.
You are crushing me, she said.
Accepting, taking: twined
one zero threads
in the shirt he takes off.
A prow with a white marble victory
figurehead, wings broken
into the water, touched the other
shore. Crushing marble
to powder, coarse
like marrow in a bone cut
lengthwise and dried in the sun
until there is a nothingness in you.


originally appeared in Narrative
 



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Theodore Zachary Cotler is the author of House with a Dark Sky Roof (Salt, 2011) and Sonnets to the Humans (Ahsanta, 2013), which won the Sawtooth Prize. In 2011, he received the Ruth Lilly Fellowship from the Poetry Foundation. He's a founding editor of The Winter Anthology.


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