30 August 2006 | Vol. 6, No. 2
Pants (Red)
It's in the hand—a wandering—
my eyes, the pockets
of your pants.
Enough, fly. My thoughts
on you & you never
in my bed.
Laughing baritone at ceremonies,
we gave ourselves an empire.
It was in the blood,
giving in. People used to
think we were lovers.
I'd call you; you'd call back.
We used to think we were lovers.
I kiss the back of your hand.
About the author:
Jen Currin lives in Vancouver, B.C., with her wife, the talented Christine Leclerc. Jen has published one book, The Sleep of Four Cities (Anvil Press, 2005), and has one forthcoming: Hagiography (Winnow Press). She teaches creative writing at the Vancouver Film School and Langara College.
For further reading:
See the complete list of work by Jen Currin at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 6, No. 2, where "Pants (Red)" ran on August 30, 2006. List other work with these same labels: poetry.
