Waaanh Goddess, I want to kill you so you won't move. But I weigh six pounds and for now hold on to you for my goddamn life. Help me, abandoner: I can't control you. If only I could rise from this powder-scented cage. I'd sharpen these tiny nails to claws, unsheath my teeth from these soft gums, leap upon you, tear you open and suck you dry, you abhorrent package of pure love-- force your attention on the purity of my desire--curse how you unthinkingly withhold what I want with every atom of my freshfallenness with your casual, easy look away
Sonnet L'Abbe's first collection of poetry, A Strange Relief, was published by McClelland and Stewart in 2001. She recently finished her second book of poems, Killarnoe, from which the poems that appear here are taken. L'Abbe, whose fiction and poetry have been internationally anthologized, also teaches writing at the University of Toronto and writes reviews for The Globe and Mail. She is currently at work on her first novel, Americatown.