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Tag: pregnancy

The Loves of Sochi (2)

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Cubist spires

Assembled in the clouds

The new Soviet man

Aligning his spine

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Tumbling quickly

Into descent

A boneyard deliriousness

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Bring me a glass of water

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I fought during the siege

It’s true!

I was young

Stumbling

Into the rubble

Running for ammunition

My bones ached

We had no bread

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Your heels resound

One foot is heavy

Are you with child

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Your son glancing

Over his shoulder

Acutely

Internalizing

Shostakovich

softly turning

I myself

Investigated

During the allegretto

circus time

Do you have a glass of water

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Reciting

Accusations

Admitting

Actions

Quarrying impossibly

Stony stone

I was broken

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It was late when I stepped off the train

Children bouncing candy-coloured balloons

round

Fathers and mothers soft as dough

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The new Soviet man

a file

Inside crusted bread

new social science

Cubism condensed

To a slate grey

Now you pass this way again

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What is that look you are wearing?

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constance by Joanne Arnott

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when i was pregnant, she told me

reaching back more than twenty years

for the memory

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i put sunflower seeds on my belly

i used to read aloud to my son

so he could hear our bones

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i love our voices, she said

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chickadee & sparrow flutter down

lured by the seeds and undisturbed

by our voices

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i put your hand on my belly

i invite you to read this aloud

i want to listen to our bones

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& to love our voices, for a little while

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Joanne Arnott is a Metis poet living on Canada’s west coast.