I ride a bus across the border,Into the U.S. of A.,And they confiscate my clementine.The flashback from last night’s edible hitsRight as the guard starts in with her questions.Where do you live? She asks.I stumble over my response.I have lived in so many places.I have had so many little lives this side of the border.TheContinue reading “High at the Border”
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A Poem About Perfectionism
I don’t remember perfectionism as a child.I think it began around twelve or thirteen.I remember making lists. That got me young.I remember trying to read every book in the YA section.I was homeschooled, and I think I had something to prove. I tried to grasp for control wherever I could.It was with me before school,Continue reading “A Poem About Perfectionism”
Not Even a Goodbye
No one owes you anything,Yet you can’t help that feelingOf resentment from bubbling upAs you watch & witnessSomeone’s interest in youGradually begin to wane.It happens to all of us.It’s happened to me this way and the other,But it still hurts to see, to feel,Someone slowly slip away,Stop messaging back,Cancel your dates,Become too busy,Too busy forContinue reading “Not Even a Goodbye”
rough red patches
rough red patches on our handsirritated dry skinsigns of pandemic wear on the bodydoesn’t matter how much you moisturizeclean your hands clean your handsclean your handswash them until they crack and bleedstay healthy stay safewhile we run out of tests run out of vaccinesrun out of doctors run out of timewhile you run and slipContinue reading “rough red patches”
December Laundry Line
A man hangs his laundry at nightHigh up in the skyOn a cold December line.Does he think aboutThe crunch of his clothing?His hands must be freezing.Water droplets turn intoIciclesOn his linens.He hangs up the last shirt.His washing is suspended aboveThe whole neighbourhood.Is he aware ofThe spectacle he’s making?Has he readThe poem I’m writing?Has he noticedContinue reading “December Laundry Line”