exploitation & the low vowels of weather—for musical theatre, death
by kitchen sink & everything I needed you to be—for learning to settle
for what wasn’t your best. This day is for bringing my copper-pyrite body
in from the wind—for elementary science that speed maps cellular structures
& calls my mixed pathologies beautiful.
Shannon Quinn is the author of two poetry collections, Nightlight for Children of Insomniacs (Mansfield Press) and Questions for Wolf (Thistledown Press). She lives in Toronto and works as a peer support worker for the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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