I wake to the world
constructed without dreams,
the one I left to dust itself
off in blue exhaustion.
Uncorked wine, just a
glass gone, rind of cheese,
hunk of bread tilted sideways,
The exoskeleton of
grapes, vine left without
a clue to their colour.
The rains of winter descend
outside, and I am
unbalanced, in wool socks
waiting for distance
to become time.
Caitlin Elizabeth Thomson‘s work has appeared in numerous journals including the Hart House Review, Going Down Swinging, Labletter, The Toronto Quarterly and Neon. Her first collection of poems, The Victims of Ted Bundy: Washington State and Oregon, is now available from Jeanne Duval Editions.
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