Tea, sex and whiskey. The dog’s snores
as he runs through the field of my sleeplessness,
paws twitching over each blade of grass.
But even breathing
pulleys my head
from the pillow, my mind
wedged open with stars. The field, its moon a husk,
a tooth I run my tongue round
Elizabeth Ross has published poetry in literary magazines across Canada. Her work has been longlisted for the CBC Poetry Prize and selected for inclusion in Best Canadian Poetry 2013. This poem is from her first collection of poetry, which Palimpsest Press will publish in 2015. She lives in Toronto, where she teaches English and creative writing at OCAD University.
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