his…
to be invited and then uninvited
to be invited and then uninvited
to
his grandson’s birthday
how
long must one pay
for
youthful transgressions
for
not measuring up
to
expectations
forged in late night chats
forged in late night chats
with
girlfriends
before
texting
before
email
before
he knew better
hers…
no one wants to know her body aches
no one wants to know her body aches
that
her shoes are not a fashion statement
that
words, without a home, linger on her tongue
that
between dreams a dampening has taken place
and
there is a garden path between them
his
love now expressed in the form of a cheque
theirs…
between
them there is enough regret to go around
there
are the blameless grandchildren victims
of
a crime no one committed
but
all witnessed
Jónína Kirton, a Red River Métis/Icelandic
poet, author, facilitator and manuscript consultant currently lives in the
unceded territory of the Musqueam, Sḵwxwú7mesh, and
Tsleil-Waututh. A graduate
of the SFU Writer’s Studio in 2007, her first collection of poetry, page as bone ~ ink as blood,
was released in April 2015 with Talonbooks. It has been described as “restorative, intimate
poetry, drawing down ancestral ideas into the current moment’s breath.” A late blooming poet
she was sixty-one when she received the 2016 Vancouver’s Mayor’s Arts Award for
an Emerging Artist in the Literary Arts category. Her second collection of poetry, An
Honest Woman, was a finalist in the 2018 Dorothy Livesay Poetry Prize.
The Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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