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Mia-Francesca McAuslan

21 Apr Mia-Francesca McAuslan

ALL THESE DOGS IN THE WIND

 

and one in Canada Trust –
the green bank –
whimpering,
a sign on his back:

D O N ’ T
T O U C H

can I have one like this?
can I howl quietly?
while the tellers
touch the money
and fold my hands
in an irreversible
midnight
of moment.

when I travel I feel
more sci-fi

when I love I feel
more mortal

I feel the running out
of time
and it gives me
extra strength,
a stronger grip
when I’m buzzing
on an intercom
at 2.30am
and the cat says
mmf.

I try to
move quietly.
I cum
in the dark
on the floor
of someone else’s home,
an air bnb,
I rate it: 2 stars

on the train through Vermont
I see backyards
peppered with
unwanted things,
I am one of them.

my psychic touched my hands.
my psychic told me
I’m lucky and I don’t know it.

 

 

LES PRINTEMPS

 

Leonard Cohen compared spring in Montreal to an autopsy,

he said: everyone wants to see inside of the frozen mammoth

we took the back steps to the sludgy garden

we went through the neighbour’s house, twice

on the wooden table, was a head of salmon

the tall, black dog snatched it from the plate

her big body quivered like a bear.

I am haunted by full heads of fish.

One sat outside of my brother’s door in the far north, for the whole week before I left.

Through all the muck in the alley,
the melted snow
the crisp husks of dead corn
the exposed winter earth
the green bulbs shooting
through the wet surface
of the recent
spring snowstorm,

we can’t get back inside.

I hold on too tight
to moments,
and this makes me
unforgivable.

There are so many things
left behind in the
dystopian Montreal spring.
There are eighteen shoes
on our street.
There is a Toshiba laptop
with no keys.
There is you and there is me.
There is spring
and there is you
and there is me
and we’ve been living inside
the rib cage
of this dead, frozen thing.

 

 


Mia-Francesca McAuslan is a writer of nonfiction, fiction and memoir.
She is the co-founder and editor of Melbourne-based lit journal Alien She Zine.
She tweets @miafrancescamc

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