National Poetry Month : Helen Robertson,

 

 

Ampules of Spring
       for Allison

Soon a holy buzz will fill the air
As parasites crack open
And drink themselves royal
On the nectar of your blood.

I can not bring myself to shatter
These delicate ornaments
Though thieves they may be.

Instead, like to you, I will bear myself
To them — an offering
As every bit of me is possessed
By each piece of you.

 

 

 

 

Witch, bitch, and full-time disaster Helen Robertson is a transsexual, bisexual, genderqueer dyke moving through the lifelong process of accepting how lucky they've been; using poetry to excise her ire and sorrow — hopefully turning it into something worthwhile. Their work has appeared in Canadian and American journals including This Magazine, The Fiddlehead, Poet Lore, and new words {press}. She was long listed for the 2019 Vallum Award for Poetry and her first chapbook (body of stone) was published via The Blasted Tree. They are a member of the poetry collective VII.