Weekly Poem
ISSN 2291-7942
Vol. 1, No. 1, September 29, 2013
Edited by Kirk Ramdath

Natalia
by Jason Philip Wierzba

There is the querulous business concerning what to do about us
confused in our nightshirts and trying to apply pressure
to where we are attached and bleeding
in different countries.

I had a wreck w/ the company van
                      the day we were helping the cops w/ a fake check stop
staged as a photo op
and came to in the body of my double
(doubled over the handlebars of an absent third party).

I slowly discovered that my double had been courting you behind my back
for many years. I spat in the dirt.

All that remains of me is the shaving cream and blood in the sink
and the tremulous after-image of our one or two moments.

June. 2012. Calgary


Biography
Jason Philip Wierzba writes from the Canadian prairie.
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