PROJECT REBUILD


PREVIOUS TENANTS

I miss holding hands with you

move a little in ceaseless cold

with unnatural distance,

diseased doorhandles

terrified learners learning themselves

from spruce, sanitizer, crow chortle.

In a forest somewhere, unseen blossoming trees;

they are not in this house

with its distance, door handles, lock

down in the gully, fresh streams

of knowing nothing at all is forever

in this stronghold of handheldlessness.

Heather Jessup | Langara CanLit

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BIO:
Heather Jessup teaches at Langara College and will never again take for granted the sound of backpacks unzipping, papers shuffling, and students talking to each other about nothing in particular.