Produit of Canadodo
Includes
my bare feet, the spots of Rust stain on my bare feet, my grandfather
asleep on the lawn in California, his dream, his feet like mine,
includes this poem, in the best of Post-modern traditions,Includes Rosalind Russell's intelligent advice on How To Lose A Man,
Katherine Hepburn's notorious discipline, the way the CBC
conspires to separate my day into compartments, the way
I go along,Includes letters that read like old Cole Porter songs,
bundles of cookies that come untied at the post office,
the combination of Fate/small boats/flat seas, includes giants
with their superior sense of proportion,Includes anything that is slightly off-key off-color
off-the-wall too short too fat trite, includes my mother's
network of freckles, her ineptness when it comes to
interior decorating or coordinating an outfit,Includes plants that fail to thrive under the best of
soil conditions, includes bad movies and good popcorn,
and persistence of village idiots into the twentieth century,
a virgin thought loosening its bonds,Includes the stillness of trees sometimes and that they might
comprehend what we're saying, includes fights, irrevocable words
and the way the room shifts, includes the little beansprout in my
heart when I see a pregnant woman naked at the beach,Includes its small leap when I turn around in the bank and you've
been standing there watching me, includes the way love
always manages to steer the conversation around to itself, nudging
between every other line like a small water-animal,Includes the possibility that DNA is short for Love twisting up
and that we're at best helpless, the mind holding on for dear life,
includes Heart as it stands for that small robin beating at the
cage of my hand, as it stands for tight fist,Includes the illusion of Infinite Grace, includes all the times
I've seen Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire dancing down the staircase,
includes her taffeta skirt, his white spats, their smiles,
their tiny mistakes.