antipsychoticsor pea soupit’s all relativemy pharmacist says, againi don’t think i’ll ever have enough moneyto make it through decemberso i celebrate and breathe whenever i canand when i go out to shovel snowmy mom compliments methat’s somethingthanks momi don’t know if i’m on the internetor at the hospitalor at homeor all of the abovei’m freaking out with my eyes and my eyestake this pill twice a dayas neededtake my handtake whatever you wantwhat’s in my pocketscows that condense your breathwhatever you wantthe evidence piles upthere’s a hole in the wall, ok, i’ll participatedaybreak is a value packsinking into the grass like neglected conviction
i don’t identify with chronic sunsor suburban dentistsi just want enough charismato put on this pair of sockswithout help from my entire familyi just want to be able to make my own bedin the purest traditionof bed-making
Frédéric Dumont is a poet from Longueuil, Québec. He has published three collections: Je suis suis célèbre dans le noir (l’Écrou, 2019), Volière (l’Écrou, 2012), and Événements miteux (Éditions de Ta Mère, 2009).
Simon Brown is a self-taught poet and translator from New Brunswick now based in the Québec City area. His most recent book in English, This Mud, A Word, was published by Frog Hollow Press in 2019. simonbrown.ca