after Lindsey Jordan
I’m
feeling low
I’m not into sometimes.
Decisiveness
shines
in your eyes,
contrasts the radiant
afternoon sky:
linoleum gray.
The
terminal floor—
a full stop—
punctuates
your face,
piercing me
like flechettes of light
aerating
clouds
I will soon ascend
beyond.
Turning
around
as I cross the terminal,
our three year rule broken.
Our
three year rule broken
as I cross the terminal:
turning around.
Beyond,
I will soon
ascend clouds,
aerating
like flechettes of light.
Piercing
me,
your face
punctuates—
a full stop.
The terminal floor
linoleum gray.
Afternoon
sky
contrasts the radiant
in your eyes—
decisiveness shines:
I’m
not into sometimes
I’m feeling low.
df parizeau is a scottish/french settler, writer, fibre artist and chronic pain sufferer, who still ties their shoes "bunny-ears" style. Their work has been featured online and in print by publications in Canada, Finland, the UK, and the US. They have a firm belief in the 3-0 curveball and that cherry is the best pie. Their debut chapbook dissections was released in 2022 with above/ground press.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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