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Correspondence
04:49
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CORRESPONDENCE
dear one, remember early april
the hail and crocus bulb
as per the damaged deck gone mouldy
And regarding wine to mull
we used to stare, just wonderstruck
at our idiotic luck
dear one, are you advanced in changing
yours truly, left behind
as per the unkept vow still healing
badly ‘round your favourite tree
we used to eat like turkey vultures
kneeling low
we used to stare, just wonderstruck
at our idiotic luck
that we could be just in this humming
deep in this joy, this sweetness muck
this infant cloud whose silver lining
yielded storms; your bowels seized
i still expected all your letters
right before your lips mouthed “please”
envelopes marked return to sender
made the brook inside me freeze
i was the red-red-red--red-robin
you were the car- car- cardinal
my aura all in jealous yellow
when i saw your ashes fall
i was the red-red-red-red-robin
you were that worm-ready beak
all of the psychics say you hear me
even when i cannot speak
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Baby
05:21
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BABY
don’t come back as a baby, baby
my hands were not made to twist
the infant, your soft resurrection
a pig on a glowing spit
i am no more home than you are
i am no more home than you
(just a bit of scattered grit)
don’t you dare come back as mine
i will laugh you right outta my womb.
i will treat you like nobody’s baby
i will dress you in itchy wool
i am not your home, I’m not
i am not your home, I’m not
and I am not your fool
what if you came back as another? Don’t you dare, don’t you dare.
through embers
through……...
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Curse
03:43
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CURSE
when I arrived, all your bottles
had water in them to their waists
and all the pills inside them floated
like so much well intentioned waste
that night I left the kettle on
left the house, left the water
it boiled over, left a burn
a call heard by your doting daughter
when I arrived, she had counted
all the things that you’d done wrong
and she a sharp and marvellous weapon
left you only two days strong
that night I left the tub filling
left the house, left it running
the neighbours saw a waterfall
patched it with their youthful cunning
when I arrived, you were waiting
in a kind of arrogance
with your hands folded
round the last of that romance, its thrust, its dance
that night I left the candle burning
left the fire, left it smokin’
nothing left of mold or mud
and only one of us is broken
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We Are Bears
02:42
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WE ARE BEARS
this place that’s mapped
can’t exist
we are bears dreaming
i can’t read the map but i can feel it
we are bears
dreaming
all there is is snow
every day
and we are bears the kind that never hibernate
with useless paws
and smaller nets
for every pungent trout
my father wrote a
map for me
it was black on snow
in cursive from the 20s
for what is known about this place always gets unknown
“you need a map
every day”
“you need a map
every day”
my father said
this place that’s mapped
can’t exist
we are bears dreaming
i can’t read the map but i can feel it
we are bears
dreaming
my idea was to roll in numbers
and to scent myself with your intent
fearsome in your defence
sniff the air to find you
i wake up laughing
it is only the words
a map in the snow
go find your mother
every day
go find your mother
my father said
go find your mother
every day
go find your mother
my father said
I need a map
this place that’s mapped
can’t exist
we are bears dreaming
i can’t read the map but i can feel it
we are bears
dreaming
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Sulphur
06:55
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SULPHUR
when I die
my hands burst into flames
a relative is holding one of them
when it happens
and even though my mouth has been sewn
or is full of tiny worms
or removed all together
the tongue the vocal cords shut
in a decorative box
or is full of ash and sand
still, an old boyfriend wants to kiss me
push his tongue in
and he does
when you die
your toes become spherical mirrors
and in them we can see the reflections of everything
misremembered
remove them with a saw
and come when I call you
join me in the flames
become not unlike a tall and loveable matchstick
stinking of sulfur let your head
crumble into my side pocket
side pocket
when we die
nothing happens
except the two of us do see tiny lights in every pond
light bright luminous like those satellite google maps ethereal
and they pine for your voice and your ukulele sound
they almost lick you are so loved
and this is hilarious and our laughter is on fire
it rattles our teeth like dice
so come when I call you
and join me in the flames
we are not unlike two tall and loveable matchsticks
stinking of sulphur let your head
crumble into my side pocket
we crack like fat in the skillet
only smaller
and wilder
and further away
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TIDAL MOUTH Toronto, Ontario
TIDAL MOUTH is an ongoing conversation between Rachael Cardiello and Daccia Bloomfield. Daccia writes the words, Rachael
writes the music.
TIDAL MOUTH: a site where very different waters merge and become difficult to distinguish.
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