Saturday, January 2, 2021

Sarah MacDonell : citrus

 

 

if the gravel
is ___ or the walk to the bins is — I wa-

wa — wa
I wa — wa I wa — wait.

make muck of the morn
-ing. budget yellow crayons on
shopping lists to corner

suns, suns. 

(bludgeoned yellow things)
tossed out with coffee filters. with
floss with water bills. out, out, out.
 

just our suns.
the sums of them peeking out recycling bins,
damp with cardboard.
 

stay, stay. wa—
wa—wa—wanting

of bleach.
my counters and my roots, showing out,
out, out.

no longer blonde,
I only want suns.
and for this moment to moon markets.

slow intimacies. subvert ____

I wa—I wa —

on receipts, on post-it notes, on cards, on texts at 2 am. suns, only suns.
bright, gooey suns jammy in page corners.

crone CDC headlines. pitch tents out of zoom calls. and what if
Mercury is your only hope. I wa — I walk

a vaccine suns away.

I wa- I wa-
I wane - I wa I wa- I wa-
I wail
 

missing you,
snap another
big angry lemon in my sky

to send to     you,
cities away.

  

 

 

Sarah MacDonell is a writer and editor living in Montreal. She is pursuing an M.A. in English Literature from Concordia and is on the editorial board of Canthius. 

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