spring 2019
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageI Am Allowed to Break Up With You Amy Kenny
Sixteen Weeks in the Caribbean Apartment Laura McGavin
Across This Body First Generation The Wall Jeni De La O
Terrigenous Michelle Mitchell-Foust
orange socks there are bad men at the top Kate LaDew
Physio Jes Battis
Sophocles Martin Kippenberger's Bicycle Charles Kell
When the Time Comes Soothing Cameron Morse
Catastrophe that Nearly Brought Down a Plane Sabyasachi Nag
Six Thousand Dollars Cole Depuy
Against All Odds Mary Lou Soutar-Hynes
Tensions Orange Bottles Sean Singer
Magnetic Resonance Lisa Mulrooney
Physio
Trapped in a cabaret for young foxes,
my phone and bone break free. I fall
like I read, closely, perversely, past
decency.
I remember his foot, the fracture. We
were paw-locked otters, denning. Now
it hardly glides, joint or memory. Hang
a fresh IV.
Steam from our little unroofed loves.
The morphine dreams bring back
Toronto. You feel like an unpaid
library fine, but the limb recalls
your touch.
My scar is a subway map. I remember
each stop. Ride it like an Expo Sky-
Train screeching along hopeful tracks.
Circle the neighborhoods that no
one can afford, memory’s house.
I walk back and forth along a blue
mat, holding ski poles. My therapist
calls it walking the plank. Forward
and back, it turns out, is all
there is.