2 September 2004 | Vol. 4, No. 3
Finally, who is here with us?
A man hits his granddaughter with a sock.
We are sinking deeper in the muck.
I stand on one foot like a duck.
All the cats follow me
across the gravel like sugar thieves.
So the wire bird abandons writing.
I give up
my plastic mouse.
The apartment lobby choked with incense.
Red leaves piled at the door.
A donkey who loves to drink wine.
A little piece of colored paper
for your mother on the Sunshine Coast.
I keep falling off the table. What do I know.
Erotic ideals. Orange and a slice of pie.
What do I know. The sun leaves me.
All the children I know are me.
In the desert we go barefoot and pregnant.
Finally, we reach the seventh day.
Finally, we reach the eighth sister.
Silence, I wish you sounded more like rain.
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. 4, No. 3, where "Finally, who is here with us?" ran on September 2, 2004. List other work with these same labels: poetry.