our pasts lay dessicated
tangled pasta nests
in glassine windows
waiting to be saline,
salient, pliable grist
as coal miners we emerge from black dust;
you add the rendered events
rough-cut jowl
and the pecorino
romano
of umami’s
imperfect memory
and make fat silk threads
Christina Shah was born in Ottawa, lives in Vancouver, and works in heavy industry. Her poetry has appeared in various journals– including Arc, Vallum, The Fiddlehead, Grain, EVENT, and PRISM international. She recently completed her first full-length manuscript. On hot days, you’ll find her at a good swimming hole.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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