Some songs are
for people, others
are for birds
in my dreams, there
are words spoken,
no letters, like
a plum from
its pit, the self
decenters, drops into
a body wading
in a river where
consciousness forms
and music is just
beyond the corner.
Matthew Hanick is a queer poet living in
Toronto, Ontario. He is currently a student at Toronto Metropolitan University,
where he is studying English Literature and writing reviews for The White Wall Review. His poems have appeared in The
White Wall Review’s online journal and 51st
print edition, Block Party Magazine, and periodicities.
the
Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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