stills into an inconvenient nightmare.

construction comes in jars. the only way

to leave this place is to deliberately lift.

everything is gentrified. the peel of a taste

of skin over blue sky blue is a layer of

dust. the skin that would otherwise be.

I am hopelessly incomplete; I am

hopeless and this. green car passes,

shakes; green car is the key to a pardon.

today I am human; thrum on its neck.

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rob mclennan lives in Ottawa, Canada's glorious capital, even though he was born there. His 13th trade poetry collection is The Ottawa City Project (Chaudiere Books, 2007), and he is currently putting the finishing touches on a collection of literary essays for ECW Press. He regularly posts reviews and essays at robmclennan.blogspot.com.

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