Woodhouse by The Eli Wallis Quintet

ghosts in the corners the leaks
on rainy days watching the
cat watch the rain watch the way
you move so quietly a
toe broken in a slipper
note broken on the lip a
squeak so charged so telling of
the space inside this song. We'll
sit in a claw-foot tub big
enough for the two of us
comically big really you
say it's a giant tub for
the giants who used to live
inside this song and I want to
live inside the tidepool of
your eye the way it quavers
like the lightbeams on the pearl
of a giant claw-foot tub
in the twilight of this song.

Eli Wallis is a poet from Kamloops.

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