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"conjecture" by Marie-Andree Auclair

  • May 23
  • 1 min read


morning, the air caresses


pain-free



nights break promise of oblivion


meds break into vertigo, nausea


time static, eternity sleepless



slippery palms on balcony railing


she lifts one leg, the other


down is far enough


becomes bird


flightless



later


her sofa on sidewalk


that failed at conviviality


unable to hold on to friends.




Marie-Andree Auclair is a Canadian poet whose poems have appeared in online and print publications such as Bywords, Canada; The Frogmore Papers, UK; and the Tokyo Poetry Journal, Japan. New poems are forthcoming from Queen’s Quarterly and The New Quarterly. She enjoys traveling, photography, and dancing.

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