If one can escape
the fate of the news,
escape reality
to enter reality,
one might live one’s life
in the most radiant splendour.
Sink, I love you.
Water, dish rack, refrigerator, drain,
measuring cups.
Oven, philosopher friend …
Poem, in its entirety, is available in the printed version of the current issue.
Bio:
Erin Wilson’s poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in Grain, Prairie Fire, EVENT, FreeFall, the Antigonish Review, and Vallum. Her second collection, Blue (whose title poem won a Pushcart Prize and was longlisted for the CBC Poetry Prize), is about depression, grief, and the transformative power of art. She lives a small life, in a small town, on Robinson-Huron Treaty Territory in Northern Ontario, the traditional lands of the Anishnawbek, devoted to a handful of things, all of them poetry.