Poems
Of Proximity
by Michael Aird
little by little if i interject…
—Angela Carr
engine of your voice
even not having it, here today
you smile sadly
as a taken shape
as impossible
otherwise i didn’t carry off
my resistance,
the partial cost
of being among the materials
if at all, or if
it’s not the value you were seeking
of a sacrifice
i’m using your hand to rearrange
the rumour mine is lifeless
nothing more
for the moment breaking into
license
This poem originally appeared in Canadian Literature #210-211 (Autumn/Winter 2011), 21st-Century Poetics. (pg. 42)
