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JC Bouchard

29 Jul JC Bouchard

BORDERLINE DEFINITIONS

 

I need to find a dead horse to switch
until it dissolves into snow

If not a horse then a moose
or a derelict curled in its own fist

When people tell me to never change
I feel like cracking my knuckles

It’s my greatest hope to never
be forgotten

It’s simultaneously my greatest hope
to be a broken spider web

Everything in the world can fit
inside a thumbnail

The last time I had sex
I was disgusted with myself

We snuck into a city garden
and I lost sight of her in thistle

Some day I’ll grow up and forget
about all of these moments

I love winter because I like the thought
of being completely covered

You can’t avoid cracks
when you know they’re not there

Time is two mirrors placed
in front of another

This life is almost over and I’m starting
to feel a little closer

There’s coffee on the burner and a fly
saying The doorframe is a straitjacket

I have a blind date tomorrow
and I’m not going to call it off this time

Here we are sitting face to face
and we still haven’t learned anything

Maybe I’ll move to Prince Edward Island
and find a new horse

I’m leaving soon and with any luck
you don’t believe me

 


 

JC Bouchard was born in Elliot Lake, Ontario. His poetry has appeared in Arc Poetry Magazine, Hart House Review, untethered, (parenthetical) and more. He is the author of two chapbooks: Portraits (In/Words Press) and WOOL WATER (words(on)pages press). He lives in Toronto.

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