Register Sunday | June 16 | 2019



the body keeps thinking it will return
to its vigour, it will receive phone calls,
and run to the corner with pamphlets,
a headband and a leather-stringed jacket,
to spread the news

tomorrow then she'll buy a mirror,
hang it in the room where the woodcuts
hang, the manifestations of the poet
in Chinese opera, two warriors, one musician,
one six-armed spear-bearing tumbler,
in paper, the inability to fall or for that matter
hang on to bone, to crushed, ear, to banked light, to ease

from Inventory by Dionne Brand (McClelland & Stewart, 2006)