The placard says two dollars each.
I light two for the price.
My poverty will be forgiven,
my sincerity appreciated.
Top row centre, I lift the long taper.
No disrespect is meant.
It’s just they were boys
when I knew them best.
Young men really, but oh,
we were stupid then …
Poem, in its entirety, is available in the printed version of the current issue.
Bio:
Yvette LeClair is a workers’ rights activist, a mother, and a compulsive note-taker. She grew up reading a lot in the Ontario suburbs of the ’70s but left to attend Queen’s University and never went back. Her poetry has appeared in Pinhole Poetry and the South Shore Review. She lives in Toronto with her husband and calico cats.