Tuesday, April 12, 2022

Tuesday poem #471 : Leah Sandals : MEME OR EEL





remember when i was a he to a her?
when she was a he to a me?
electricity fries heme ions memey, but

she lost all the words to tell her my his our
stories     and anyone else’s     fifty

years in, zee know-nouns leaked out, unhoneyvoiced
maybe the robot farts for a long time

and i he she her laughs    so silly
the stuff we she her my loved     so shitty

forget the death date, until he reminds you
all of a sudden, it’s trent avenue

after i cleaved    she gleam sad   xxe allele bad
it’s almost not okay to be moray about hiss





Leah Sandals is a writer based in Tkaronto. Her poetry and short fiction have appeared in Prism, Room, Filling Station, Freefall and Mom Egg Review. She has read at the Bi+ Arts Festival and other venues. Personal experience and family histories linked to mothering, anxiety, aphasia, young dementia sometimes inform her work.  

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan


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