Liar! yelled God. But Geppetto was the kind of father
who liked to knock things into place. First
was a grin on his terrible face (he held it there
with nails, he held it there with resolution).
The second was Mr. Bones, that loose-
hinged, cartilage-jawed Whatsit.
Rubbing him raw from inside his loose death.
(He took out his ball peen Forever and ran himself...
Méira Cook is a poet and writer. She has published a poetry collection, Monologue Dogs (Brick Books, 2015), and a novel, Nightwatching (HarperCollins, 2015). She lives in Winnipeg.
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