Tuesday poem #512 : Clare Thiessen : yellow squares.

 

 

Papa lost his sense of taste
unexpected
never would have known because he always said
it’s good

then he didn't notice lemon in
really lemony bars
asked Nana
what kind they were

she would question him
over and over
what does it taste like
fling dishes at drain when
he answered incorrectly 

hadn't known this was a symptom
as you get used to
arrowed post-its pointing to the bathroom
you'd think he could keep flavour

not sure that his taste buds actually
shrivelled behind tight lips or
if he just forgot

 

 

 

 

Clare Thiessen resides in Vernon, British Columbia where she writes, creates, and explores. She is the operator of broke press, a small chapbook and zine press. Clare is a wannabe film photographer, passionate zinester, and multi-media mess-making extraordinaire.

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan