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Gordon Taylor: a poem


What are the odds of a man

asking you to dance

or a flower opening

before your eyes

blood mixing with water

pearls in vinegar

not dissolving

but making a new self

maybe better

maybe not


you put on his clothes

to smell like him

what are the odds

of a bouquet of balloons

holding their air

for months

after he travelled the length

of a province

to bring them to you

wearing a powder blue velour suit

white sateen shirt

and sweat too

Gordon Taylor (he/him) is a queer poet and cancer survivor. His poems have appeared in Prairie Fire, Grain, Plainsongs, Plenitude and Five South, and are forthcoming in Wire’s Dream, Cathexis and Sheila Na-Gig.


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