in my dream last night I said
I am allowed to acknowledge my thought
before passing a judgement
I thought “I am petty and I’m being
weird”
this felt right and I was warm
most things are different but
in the morning I still pull open the
curtain and see light
hunch over the sink pressing bubbles
into smaller bubbles
and obsess over dusty rose kitchenware
you can love-hate everything like your
job
and the carpet from ikea that’s too
dark, and email
just exist in the love-hate not really
teetering
more just pressed too tightly to lean
one way or the other
you told me gently olive,
I love you but it’s not normal to be
this nauseous
or to always think you have
appendicitis
I agree and don’t pass judgement on the
agreement
Olive Andrews is a poet and student living in Tiohtià:ke/Montréal. Their work has been published in a number of magazines, including PRISM International, Canthius, and ARC Poetry Magazine. Their debut chapbook, rock salt, was published with Baseline Press in 2020. They are currently completing an MA in Creative Writing from Concordia University.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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