"conjecture" by Marie-Andree Auclair

May 23
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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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