You hang s-hooks on the baker’s rack One after the other, quick quick, Before running out the door With another bag packed. I look at the hooks rocking in place And want to see them as a sign that you’ll stay, But of course, the message I know is coming Arrives on my phone a few days later. You’re moving out. Once again, I’ll have to look for someone else. The baker’s rack and its rocking s-hooks Will be going with you.
Sage Pantony is a writer, poet, and zinester. They write about gender, sexuality, mental health, trauma, creativity, and the best ways to cook eggs. They are the author of several zines, including a trilogy about transitioning as a non-binary person. Sage’s work has appeared in publications such as Coven Poetry, Idle Ink, and The Varsity. They currently reside in Tiohtià:ke/Montréal with their pet dinosaur, Peter.
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