like bleeding cry slowly
grass fills buds beginbreaking skin
how carefully
ourselves
with other’s hands
how haltingly
explain
wrote you a letter
dug you worms
washed my mouth out with gin
freak keep crawling
call midnight
fill the house with smoke
raise shadow arms
a half empty a quarter
rings rings our rings
bowls budding again
arms houring
you crack the screen
i crack the glass
like crying bleed slowly
what is out there
nina jane drystek is a poet, writer of miscellany and arts coordinator working in
Ottawa. her poetry has appeared in Bywords,
in/words, ottawater and Window Cat Press, as well as in self-published
chapbooks and chapbooks by & co. collective, of which she is a member. she
has studied poetry in Vilnus, Lithuania and Manchester England, and has a BA in
Creative Writing from Concordia University. if you have ever lived in the same
city as her you have likely seen her riding a red bicycle around town.
The Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
The Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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