Poetry: The True North

By: Jasmine Nihmey Vasdi

It was fast such a minute textbook nodding simply stories

curs-ed laughs

no one knew

The Core can always hear

She began vibrating again:

but it wasn't fast

Winds are hurling history now,

facts erasing what you all heard

in school, whipped pages

who even cares now 

about your knuckles

it was    s l o w 

hiding in all 

forest corners

smothered by snow and

antlers

it's still there

we have these Names

Pure Red Blood from leaves who spoke

and now

whitened along the road

spraying cries and cans and no one can see

these hands anymore

Was it simply John

no stories like that

confuse me

The Law lights up curled corners stretched beneath accordions

fucking the solstice and rights fingers rubbing drum skins

sharing ears for a speech but no pipes on the mend

Paint became fashion we forgot where

smoke folds

our taps were fine so we forgot again.