Jill Boettger is a poet and a prose writer from southern Alberta, where she teaches writing to college students and listens to home-grown country music.
You are clearly preoccupied with love. See the way you sift through the lint from your purse, searching for the backing of an earring. See the runway of broken leaves and bread crumbs collecting under the emergency brake in your car. Messy, messy.
Here is your rickety wooden poem. Here is your red, peeling paint poem, your weather-beaten and abused poem. Here is your hands-full-of-slivers poem, knuckle-broken and arthritic.
