Tuesday poem #342 : Terese Mason Pierre : Subject

And yet again

The sun is not afraid of anything

I, too, present no threat to

the buffeted comfort

you purchased that time

I covered

the blue flowers on my cheeks

with an invisible dusting

Everything the light touches

is something to conquer,

to contain. I am in a

brass container, your fingers

brush the edges. I can see the inside

of your nose, into your brain

You made sure the lamp

was decorated well, so

well, I can’t ignore

your desires—you throw

dresses at me, wine and rouge

for days, sharp diamonds

that sparkle red seeds on

my skin. You rub me often.

Outside, you insist

the world has ended—the sun

has shrank in fear, and so, too, will I

barrier-free, you-free

But windows are wide, you provided

those. Nothing should be more

transfixing than your story.

And yet

Terese Mason Pierre is a writer, editor and organizer. Her work has appeared in the Hart House Review, Bad Nudes, and Train: a poetry journal, among others. She is currently the poetry editor of Augur Magazine, a Canadian speculative and surrealism literature and art journal. Terese is also a co-host of Shab-e She’r Poetry Night, and a co-organizer of Slant Reading Series. Terese lives and works in Toronto.

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan