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 “Of Proximity” originally appeared in 21st-Century Poetics. Spec. issue of Canadian Literature 210-211 (Autumn/Winter 2011): 42-42.
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