AS IF I WERE ANYTHING BEFORE by Damian Rogers

/ / Issue 1, Poetry

Not all rocks
are alive. Or
so I’ve read.

Someone I love
is struggling, her thoughts
caught in a net.

Her face is full of grace,
her body evergreen,
her heart sharp

as the Canadian Shield.
I’m in Sudbury.
It’s snowing.

The pine trees looked lovely
as I drove
the treacherous roads.

I’m ill-equipped
for this. I sit
by a fake fireplace

that frames a true flame.
I have been crossed
by two crows today.

This tapestry depicts
the biggest bummer
of the new century.

She said you’re hurting
me. She said you’re
not a child.

 

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