How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the...

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the...

A Poem by Hannah Davenport

I had a dream I turned you on

so fast there wasn't time to hide it.

Suddenly, a secret part of you

available to public scrutiny --

and you recoiled, as if hoping

to imagine it away.

In that moment, fear-stricken,

silent, you became yourself again:

a boy, shocked and

amazed by your own body

and I --

I who had loathed

this fierce appendage for

catering to Lust's critical concepts

of value -- I recognized

a beauty in your blood,

witnessed the creation

of one-hundred-thousand lives

and gained appreciation for

the world between your legs.

© 2008 Hannah Davenport


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The tip of the cap to Dr. Strangelove is a nice touch, especially given the subject and some of the imagery. It's nicely wry and playful, which is enjoyable considering some of the other avenues you could have chosen to walk down. Has a lightness of touch, but isn't frothy or frivolous. Very nicely done work.

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Added on October 15, 2008

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Hannah Davenport
Hannah Davenport

Saint George, UT



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My name is Hannah. I graduated from a performing arts high school in May 2008, and am now working on an integrated studies BA (theatre/English). Ultimate goals include the Iowa Writer's Workshop, and .. more..

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