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like you.
like you i have forgotten the way wind feels when it doesn’t penetrate our winter clothes, forgotten fabrics on my shoulders heavy like a hangover, or your shoulder underneath mine, or the stories we...
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alexi.
after the slaughter there was no motion. we stayed clothed in bed for a very long time. you greased my eyelids for comfort and blindness, you told me you dreamed for three nights: fictional lavender in...
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for ottawa.
your strongest part is your autumn frail dust from stale heat penetrates asphalt, winter sets in a cloak like a hard wall on bay street, your arms like chain fences holding in dogs without leashes this...
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smaller.
if there were a choice i’d be scarred and unpretty, you could not hold it against me that i wear mascara we broke it off on the porch in mid-august, over raccoon eyes, my pigtails, that i’d been...
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summer.
you are cold and getting colder, wet hair frozen on the backs of your shoulders. i am watching. cars are honking for us to get out of the way, the narrow road narrowing. they never painted a yellow...
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after.
after it (all), faucet that cascades instead of pours, and more, i try to savour, also tried, every moment in the end the cigarettes died out right in my hand, and then the rain came in haste i wrote...
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earliest.
they built the wall slowly: one foot at a time, leaving space around frames for windows and doors, spaces to enter, or leave; walls built of stone, meeting at corners, spaces to one day grow dust – and...
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story.
it’s done; you built a stage not truly for me and told me: it’s just the beginning. i learned to paint, create a backdrop to your new story, memorized how to forget what we’d written, or whole hands...
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hours.
with just twelve hours of your time, or of your hands, the temperature will fall, your body shaken from last summer’s heat so instantly denied; mine from humid air, from knowing you your constant...
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II
wake up in another motel, flat roof stretched to where the sun breaks the blackened sky bulging with rain. too small a space to do more than check your reflection in paintings that hang on the wall,...
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IV
not quite sure how this square plot of land acquires so much garbage, but it was very expensive. i don’t pick anything up; i trace the perimeter with the sole of my spring shoes, brush mud on the chain...
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V
waiting to crush wildflowers between the pages of an empty book, a farewell to a year that never happened. in the baggage claim you came in from the north, more wide than i remembered, shoulders...
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VI
every year in april it will snow (dead centre, a cavity, a hole; we pile all the items touched at one point or another, stories and/or sections we continue to pretend we don’t have names for) but never...
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VII
it feels nice to be missed, in return to miss nothing her furniture’s mismatched, too soft, worn in after years of us kicking the cushions with socked feet, fights over juice, over which of us might...
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VIII
rather come home to nothing: the pale blue of the skin of the ocean or a constant, the floor formed by rock sponging our prints from the sand
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8.5 (bonus poem)
if i do nothing you can say nothing as round as the O of your fingers before holding them over my head. (drops petals and stems from the front yard down into my hair so cautiously lifts me) the hard...
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IX
when we’re asleep the coffee’s getting cold already our phones are blinking steady (a message for tomorrow) no one else is in here with us but the headlights and my dreams and maybe yours. the room is...
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X
our highway is so insular one limp arm supporting the other not carrying me to anyone else’s city across town they poured this concrete off parkdale in 1966 sinking to earth for a century and snowing...
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XI
by tomorrow’s earliest hour we are at rest the city is hollowed & waiting in this part of town the streets own their histories alone to stand here is not really ours, is blinking, is not tied to...
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XII
underneath the awning pupils tell me what i’ve yet to ask: same story told twice over only the vocabulary broader, softer lips for words to fall from, (i’ll select the cheapest dress to wear with those...
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