Tuesday poem #83 : Marilyn Irwin : murder, old ottawa south

one means anger; two is mirth; three a wedding; four a birth; five is heaven; six is hell; seven is the devil himself.

we walked

paved

in argument

you were lying

i called you on it

thought i could

hold your hand

and make you shut up

enjoy the October sun

then, Hitchcock quiet

black leaf swarm

perched, scheming

so loud we stopped

dead flat defend attack

found our way

back to your apartment

there is always a cure

Marilyn Irwin’s work has been published by above/ground press,  Arc Poetry Magazine (where she is a Contributing Editor), Bywords, In/Words, and New American Writing, among others.

A graduate of Algonquin College’s Creative Writing program and winner of Arc’s 2013 Diana Brebner Prize, she has three chapbooks: for when you pick daisies (2010), flicker (2012), and little nothings (2012). for when you pick daisies was reprinted in full in the collection Ground rules: the best of the second decade of above/ground press 2003-2013. 

She is currently shaping her first full-length collection.

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan