Poetry: Space Toys

by Dom Fonce


If hands were to play,
I’d hope they
Neon colored plastic arms,
That broke incessantly.

And if they grew up
‘Round ’94,
I’d hope they’d be
A Pulp Fiction kid,
Instead of
A Forrest Gump.

If those hands now
Hold cigarettes,
I’d hope it due
To too many books read—
Too much knowledge gained—
And not depression.

I’d hope you’d
The Star Wars prequels.

I’d hope you’d
2001: A Space Odyssey
As religious text.

And when your hands
I’d hope they
Type great otherworldly

And, if not,
I’d hope you’d at least
Imagine the day away.
If not,
I’d hope you’d either
Set your space toys
Or pass them down

And if not even that,
Do not touch
The space toys.


Dom Fonce is an English Lit major at Youngstown State University. He is on the editorial staff for the Penguin Review and Jenny Magazine. He has had poetry, fiction, and journalism published in Sequart Organization, Scriggler.com (recently named a Scriggler All Star), Section 8 Magazine, and the Jambar. He will have his first comic published by Unearthly Comics in 2016.
 Image: Space Invader – Hoxton Square, Advers.com

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Alexandra Stanislaw

Alexandra Stanislaw is the Editor-In-Chief and founder of Devise Literary. She is also an Assistant Editor for Hotel Amerika. Her work appears in Crab Fat Magazine ("The Good Friend" and "Tampa Raised You Up"), Ragazine, and Chicago Review of Books.

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