Carol Shillibeer
we are waiting here for the overfed clock to spittle minutes
bruised skin of work, under the sun, the lolling kiss of ease
unwinds along the limbs, a lunch break in which no one eats
five minutes in and space has begun to levitate
there's quite a six centimeter gap from the over indulgent earth
backs curved, the green plastic chairs skim dandelions
untucked white shirts billow, the sky crumbles against the mouth
Carol Shillibeer lives on the west coast of Canada. Her publication list is at carolshillibeer.com.
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arcadia, in this case, is a cement square in the alley off the kitchens
we are waiting here for the overfed clock to spittle minutes
bruised skin of work, under the sun, the lolling kiss of ease
unwinds along the limbs, a lunch break in which no one eats
five minutes in and space has begun to levitate
there's quite a six centimeter gap from the over indulgent earth
backs curved, the green plastic chairs skim dandelions
untucked white shirts billow, the sky crumbles against the mouth
Carol Shillibeer lives on the west coast of Canada. Her publication list is at carolshillibeer.com.