smoke blues

i stayed up way way way past my bedtime last night and of course did my 9-to-5 shtick today. throw in some dedicated fringing since our fringe theatre festival opened on wednesday and you've got yourself one tired monkey. so no fresh new ladykaen thoughts for you today. instead i'm going to share a poem i read, from an anthology called Without Reservation (Indigenous Erotica), collected and edited by Kateri Akiwenzie-Damm and published by Kegedonce Press.

it's a piece called Smoke Blues,
by Daniel David Moses

You watch the smoke slip through
and catch, blue on his lips.
And you think No, it's not
the blatant cigarette
that puts the heat into

this habit, friend. Rather
it's the revelation
of limits, how the glow
of tobacco shows where
his exhalation ends.

It gives breath a body
and the body shows This
is how close you get with
out getting burned. Before
you trespass or you kiss.


lovely, hunh?
have a glorious weekend ducklings!!