Ivy
The I.V. went interstitial and let
the swelling commence! great gross-handled
balloon arm a latex sausage and the sausage
squeaks speakily,
“an outside rage
inhabits a bed rider.
salami or cylinder
knows not what’s charted
but reads
aerial poetry
in a squeak stentorian
for all
its pitchedness.”The engorging drip eludes
the channel. estuaries
overspill. shorebirds pipe
fluent flutes: “how lucky
to be alive.” needleflies
buzz after Jesus bugs.
the sound is of grinding.“outside of age
a bed is ridden.
sausage is meat of manufacture.
among the reeds
a simple quacking expresses
all necessary sentiment.
that which is true in this moment
is true in all mirrors.
it is the nature of a surface
to be wet.”
Dawn Macdonald lives in Whitehorse, Yukon, where she grew up without electricity or running water. Her debut poetry collection, Northerny, came out from University of Alberta Press in 2024. Recent work appears or is forthcoming in Arc Poetry, CV2, DUSIE, Freefall, and Okay Donkey.
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