what you didn't say
couldn't stop
what you couldn't say
floats to the top
waits for a moment
at the door
until i fall asleep
on the basement floor
at the library
you preemptively write
thanks for the x rated
exhibit
but
without blame or spite
try to ease off now
away from it all
you
wake me up
with a direct call
straight to my head
and then
faint into chill cold
summer
tiredness
and
canadian literature
what you couldn't say
June 28, 2004