You are not here to clean the dirty
mirror. Do you remember
your body? It is a storm you wait for, leave
every door & window open.
Your politics refers to an attempt to make
some part of yourself safe. Where are you
when your phone signal drops? Don’t worry,
one day you will get to go into an electronics store
& trust somebody. Even if all you were ever taught
is to love men & math, even if
the Ragnar Kjartensson exhibit
only moved you literally from room to room,
it’s OK. Here:
feel the space between your body & your shadow.
Tess Liem lives in Tio’tia:ke (Montreal), Kanien’kehá:ka (Mohawk) territory. Her first book is Obits and she has a chapbook called Tell everybody I say hi, (Anstruther Press 2017). Her writing appears in Plenitude, The Puritan, Room magazine, the Best Canadian Poetry anthology 2018, and elsewhere. You can follow her on Twitter @eastmiles.