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Emily Wood

27 Jul Emily Wood

AND JUST LIKE THAT THERE’S A PLACE

 

There’s a mount pleasant in every canadian town
in every place I have my hands in my pockets
your mouth turned up as we walk
down the conveyor belt concrete
you tuck yourself into bed
and that thing you do with
your face feels like a penny
on the sidewalk of everywhere
it feels like extinction
or the weird place you
have in your chest for all
of time to settle
like a snake coiled into a fist
like every bit of matter
picking it all up again
I can’t tell you what it
is but the tectonic plates
we stand on move with
every single silence of
this night we walk in and
out of forever
like a gift from God
in the photocopier

 

 

WARM GIRL

 

I wish I could love you
like you were the end of the world
like you were a warm
body I could crawl into for
a brief rest
just think about the way
we’re always growing
or dying
or growing
or dying
touching teeth there’s still
space between us

 

 

 

AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS BODY

 

Last summer I had a
wax mold of my hand made.
My ex-girlfriend thought it was stupid.
I spent $20 on it and carried it
around in a plastic bag like a
small chihuahua.

 


 

Emily Wood is a writer who’s work has appeared in Rookie and Shameless and who is trying to bruise less as a general rule.
You can find her online as @emilyinternets.

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