SlipknotHere I am, the twillmembrane of an emptysuit, slipping your grip.Or the wolf awakeat your hands, shreddingtheir bark with tines.And if the guiseshould fail to holdknow this: I’ll bolt again.A wave, an awl, a poltergeisthatcheting your calm,the scald of peppertorching your face,then unctuous chum hurledto the spasm of a shark.
Nikki Sheppy is a poet, editor and arts journalist. She has a doctorate in English literature from the University of Calgary. Her book reviews have appeared in Uppercase Magazine, Alberta Views, and Lemon Hound, and her poetry in Event, Matrix, Jacket2, Touch the Donkey & Dusie, and is forthcoming in The Calgary Renaissance anthology (Chaudiere Books, 2016) and on newpoetry.ca. She is Managing Editor of filling Station, and a Director of the Board of Alberta Magazine Publishers Association. Her poetry manuscript, Grrrrlhood: a ludic suite, was published by Kalamalka Press in 2014.

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