her last breath teeters
&
is
dispersed
coyote delicates at acute angles
limbs slack, skin lax
over bone
weight lightened
as vehicles splinter
fur to pelt
where i live WVC mortality is high
these rural arterials feed
distant registries -
man's hands write at the edge of
marsh where she rendered
with incarnadine throat
leaves
language
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INEXACT CHILD
i listen . |
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i am hear |
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waiting with clean ears |
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unscented thoughts |
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[soft snuffle] |
like i believe it is possible |
for us to forge |
[sighs] |
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an incalculable something |
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your vest reads solidarity |
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i listen for the sibilant of it |
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practice it in your presence
/s/ /z/ /∫ / /t∫ / |
hold |
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break it down |
breath EXPLODES |
for my tongue |
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:a a f |
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happy at distant sounds |
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eerrrrrrrr—offfffff
rrrrrreerrrrrrrrffff |
i read the nature poets to
you |
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my voice licking your ears |
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[scenting] |
all of this with no record: |
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how your mouth chews |
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the exquisite form of a |
branch |
the breath that wings |
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your wooly slippers |
nancy viva davis halifax is a queer, crip poet and scholar, born on the North shore of New Brunswick
on Mi'gma'gi terriory. she lives as a guest on stolen lands. she has published one collection of poetry (2015, McGill
Queens University Press, Hugh MacLennan Poetry Series) and is writing her second. she teaches in the Critical Disability
Studies graduate program at York University, Toronto, Ontario