Published September 1, 2022
by Cole Henry Forster
(Montreal, Quebec, Canada)
You don't have to worry about that.
It's too late for fact-checking
or stomach trouble or body panic.
The summer Sanhedrin is assembled
on Clark Street, and they'll decide who is in
and who is out, and which of the commandments
might find itself suddenly applicable
in this brutal exegesis of fashion and lilacs.
I'm bigger than the madness
smaller than the handcuffs,
and given to minor fits, a preternatural goodness;
my garden Pyrrhic and imperative, from
carrots asleep in their dirty bed,
to shovels heaping loneliness on the
banks of the St. Lawrence.
You can't have my sperm!
No one is trying to take your sperm.
[Please take my sperm.]
Cole Henry Forster is a poet living and writing in Montreal. His work has appeared in magazines and literary journals in Canada and the United States.
This poem is included in Poetry World #4, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Montreal Poetry Magazine:
by Clara Nencu
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