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.