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Dear Sasquatch

CHRIS GILPIN
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Previously published in Poetry Is Dead, Issue #1

Dear Sasquatch

Stop avoiding me

I know

 you know

 I know

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 you’re out there

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You know

 I know

 you know that

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Sasquatch

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Since you’ve been gone

 My houseplants have been giving me the silent treatment

 & my heartstrings all have fallen out of tune

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Since you’ve been gone

 The posture of my penis is just one more economic indicator

 with which to measure the health of the nation

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Shit! since you’ve been gone

 White people are getting whiter

 My balls are getting bluer

 & the 2010 Olympics are murdering your good name

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They’ve cutified you

 into Quatchi

 Teletubby of the British Columbian forest

 who wears ear muffs

 falls over easily

 & squeaks “Shop with Quatchi”

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But contempt is too easy

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I know

 you know

 I’ve sensed you

 out there

 Standing in line at London Drugs

 trying to buy a crimper and some scrunchies

 while everyone looks the other way

 except for the cashier

 who looks straight through you

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Sweet, noble Sasquatch

 Contempt is too easy

 Come back to me!

 I won’t apologize for the time I called your sister abominable

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But each night

 I will phone Grouse mountain

 asking them to blink out a morse code I Miss You

 with their ski hill flood lights

 Start a forest fire near Whistler if you feel the same

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I have biked down countless alleyways

 trying to read the calligraphy in the concrete

 for directions to your church of the invisible

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Bring me your shabby bible

 with its tissue-thin pages

 I will build us a home

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I worry though

 I worry that you’re right here

 & I’m just not looking

 quietly enough to see you

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I’m like the backseat brat on a cross-country drive

 constantly asking

 “Are we there Yeti? Are we there Yeti?”

 without ever looking out the window

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Dear Sasquatch

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I have no address for you

 So I’m reading this open letter at open mics

 I know it will reach you

 eventually

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You’re the kind of creature

 who comes to events

 like these

 & sits in the corner writing confessional poetry

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Sasquatch

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If you’re here

 Please

 stand up

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& tell us

 your story

Chris Gilpin Performs Dear Sasquatch Live:

Chris Gilpin has been a two-time mem­ber of the Vancouver Poetry Slam Team (2008 & 2009), the runner-up in the 2008 Vancouver Individual Poetry Slam com­pe­ti­tion, the cham­pion of Vancouver’s 2008 Haiku Death Match, and win­ner of the Vancouver’s 2009 CBC Poetry Face-off.

 

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CHRIS GILPIN

Chris Gilpin has been a two-time member of the Vancouver Poetry Slam Team (2008 & 2009), the runner-up in the 2008 Vancouver Individual Poetry Slam competition, the champion of Vancouver’s 2008 Haiku Death Match, and winner of the Vancouver’s 2009 CBC Poetry Face-off.


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