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POEM: “And telling you to proceed please with him into this fair night.” — And he always said “you can’t be with an artist” / And I always loved the smell of sawdust

And telling you to proceed please with him into this fair night. And if you wished your body was younger Tighter back in the days of never worrying About posture – Forget it, because at 37, my darling You were dumber than dumber. Insecure, and a nutter. Full of expectations that could never deliver. Consuming […]

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POEM: “Because Montreal and the Irish Pub.” — ‘You need to get out more I think.’

Because Montreal and the Irish Pub. Because I was already beaming full I was Just a trip to the Jean Talon And the Jean-Coutu Can set my heart aflame in warmth Because I am in Montreal was what it was. Because I saw a Guinness board On St Laurent and the wood of the Irish […]

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POEM: “With Heat” — And intense moments / Of walking / Bloomsbury with him; / Electric.

With Heat. And if I’m single It’s because I’ve known Men of love And men of war And men who have Never met a lover like me Before. And don’t call me egotistical. And don’t say “full of it” I go to bed alone At night with an Old nightgown No make up And single. […]

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POEM: “Book ends” — Oh wow can timing be off / Meeting at the wrong time for my confidence

Book ends. He offered to take me for sushi in Soho “I know a nice place,” he said in slow-mo. Drunk, stupid. I didn’t hear him. But he offered to bring me sushi at McGill. “I’ll bring you dinner,” he said to eat on a bench. Excited, receiving, I ate it, full. They both know […]

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POEM: “French Novel” by Richie Hofmann — we’d have other lovers. Snow fell in our hair.

French Novel By Richie Hofmann You were my second lover. You had dark eyes and hair, like a painting of a man. We lay on our stomachs reading books in your bed. I e-mailed my professor. I will be absent from French Novel due to sickness. You put on some piano music. Even though it […]

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POEM: “Set It Off” — To set it off without exploding it.

Set It Off I want to race for the splash of scotch on the rocks and my chocolates! I want to tell you about it. Discuss cheesy songs. Hear about the dresses And the sushi boxes And the jogs, the camel toes And anything elses. I want to just walk in the mall, looking. Consider […]

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POEM: “These Regal Men” — And I took a train home feeling boyish / and hair wild without my leather purse.

These Regal Men These regal men dressed in suit pants Like my Dad. And sharp shoes. The Italian I dated like Vincent Cassel. This one’s umbrella – like London. And you in your grey suit. “Every man needs a good suit.” These regal men dressed in black coats Like my Dad. And the umbrella. And […]

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POEM: “The Resonance” — He could explain the same moons

The Resonance “I’ve gotta dead guy’s knee in me” he said about his fixed injury. Why did they tear down the mansions? I asked him on Sherbrooke Street. “To make room this this” as he pointed to the tall building. “Isn’t it interesting that law and right are pretty much the same word in French. […]

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POEM: “Eat, Kill, Fuck” — Have fun undoing 10,000 years of evolution.

Eat, Kill, Fuck “Men and women can’t be friends” he said, as I rejected the very notion. They can! They can, I expressed “Have fun undoing 10,000 years of evolution.” “It’s true, they can’t,” he said tonight If given the chance, men will tap it. Not unlike what he said to me in London, and […]

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POEM: “Supernaturals” — Like docking a starship, he said

Supernaturals We were laughing about translations. I meant bring it on! I said. “If you want to use Bring it in on a guy, that quote would be acceptable to me. Like docking a starship,” he said. And I laughed at the random Humour not unlike it was in London Supernatural resonance A candid candor, […]

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