On the stippled garden rug, mercury dyes my family together /
all the dust dancing in some unroofed ...
We become each other, twenty-four /
years and two thousand kilometers /
apart. Hard to care about who begets whom ...
The car: a mercurial beast, frightened /
by his touch or is it he who jumps? His hands /
on the wheel, two ...
safe as houses
The house in a shaggy field, /
long abandoned, unroofed, stippled with moss. /
Given back to the elements, / ...
More peace than politics, forgo the heat /
and hostile alkali for what curls itself out of me /
dense as ...
Cross-legged in rows on sleeping bags. When asked, her Truths don’t excite. /
They shrug, unconcerned, make ...
he pulls out a stick of eyeliner, /
his rat tail has bloomed /
into locks /
thick as dark feathers /
road race, Christmas day (for Alex Decoteau)
a photo, 1910. /
Edmonton before /
the war. /
some version /
of the same cold /
In which position is the comb held when tapering the hair with clippers? /
a) above the wingspan of a northern ...
Cadence, Country, Silence
Night catch in the Atacama /
is Brancusi’s sleeping muse. /
My dad’s panama hat /
is extinct. /