Leftovers


A few short poems.

1

I can imagine my children asking me, “What’s a penny?”|

Then one day we could travel to the United States and see a penny in real life.

Because Canada got rid of them years ago.

2

Alexandre,
Truly a teeth-first woman,
Not quite sharp tongued,
Sharp toothed.
Black metal teeth, perhaps,
The source for that.

Put past her teeth,
Not sharp tonged,
Almost quick witted,
Her mouth,
Like sugared, overripe fruit,
Warm and saccharine.

— Anselm Siren

3

Music always playing in my head,
Life is a soundtrack.


Daniel Triumph.

P.S.
Wow, we are super late today. I was dealing with an exam issue. Either way, here we are, Monday night instead of Monday morning.

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