by Amy LeBlanc
Rejected From: Queen’s Quarterly, the Naashwaak Review, and Wax Poetry
Let us go then in 1880,
to collect a donation of the hair of Edward II
when the evening is accepted upon a table.
This was merely the most startling cheap hotel
bearing a relationship with oyster shells.
Badges of office
felt bodily connections and
in a new regime of coffee spoons
like a tedious argument.