The car hangs by a thread from the bascule leaf,

emergency brake clenching metal,

momentary stillness.

Not much we can do at this point, ninety degrees

to the bridge deck,

our hair falling like a curtain into the back seat,

cassettes from the dash split open on the rear window.

Next stop: the territory of rockets or swimmers?

Your eyes are telling me we should get used to this feeling,

leaning away from the earth

as the earth comes up to meet us.

Published online June 01 2012.

Laura Matwichuk is a Vancouver-based writer. She holds an MA in Art History from the University of British Columbia and is currently working on her first collection of poems.

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This piece was published in ‘In Nature’s Fold: Animism in Poetry,’ the Summer 2012 issue of CV2.

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