Utterson was
unassuming? It was the Muskokas but not
THE MUSKOKAS.
But you were golden
enough as it was, your slicked body slipping
through the dark lake
that gave birth to you over and over
as you wiped down your face and said
“The water’s fine”
Later you would take
magic mushrooms around the fire
and when I tried to hold you
tell you it’s alright
you’d jettison your soul.
Fast and Late Poem about Utterson, Ontario
About Me
A poet living in Ontario. Mostly works of memoir and poetry that focus on motherhood, womanhood, and relationship to self.
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