May 8, 2015

PEARL PIRIE: A POEM



Pearl Pirie
IF ONLY IT WORKED FOR NATIONAL POLICIES


weeding, my hands come up
smelling of spearmint

its rhizomes go-go-gadgets
its spaghetti through the soil.

my mint shampoo
hints incognito/continuity.

something lands oddly.
I pat my head, stroke

the back of a bumblebee.
we each freeze, realize

the mistake in progress. each
takes the necessary actions

of distance. correct courses
dissolve into non-incident.


Pearl Pirie’s most recent collection is the pet radish, shrunken (BookThug). She lives in Ottawa.

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