what you know is this

there is no speaking beyond language
and yet you depend upon small moments
angels buckle your shoes
                                                                                                                        you are careless with reality
                                                                                                                        the order of things
                                                                                                                        your conclusions are blood stained
the daughter
who left a daughter
your history washed away
                                                                                                                        water filled with water
                                                                                                                        asp listening for the flute
                                                                                                                        moonchanting hours
every darkness is a night
that hides the weight of objects
halting steps to the real
                                                                                                                        it’s like belling the cat
                                                                                                                        or glass words
                                                                                                                        breaking
you no longer have
a return address
there has been a change of plans
                                                                                                                        call in your favours
                                                                                                                        being has become
                                                                                                                        a crime of passion

***
Linda King is a Vancouver BC poet whose work has been published extensively in Canada and internationally – CV2, Event, Prairie Fire, Room, The Toronto Quarterly,Lumina, Gargoyle, E-Ratio, Seventh Quarry, Envoi.
She is the author of Dream Street Details (Shoe Music Press/13). A second collection of poetry – Reality Wayfarers – is forthcoming from Shoe Music Press in 2015.

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