All of what
\na cloud could do
\nI can do
\nin my mind
\ndragon whale
\nsmall girl child
\nwillow tree<\/p>\n
past thoughts
\ncaught in a
\nmemory box
\npocket of digital faces
\nnumbers not to call<\/p>\n
skin remakes itself
\nbody a cloud
\nthat can be held
\nuntil it can’t<\/p>\n
early mornings
\nI watch for you
\nonly light returns<\/p>\n
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A man boils
\neggs they
\nare perfect
\nhow rare!<\/p>\n
Often he fails
\nto intuit the insides
\noutside, everything glows
\nbut is very cold<\/p>\n
he has not said
\nlove so is surprised
\nto discover it
\nin his mouth<\/p>\n
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BEN GALLAGHER<\/strong> is a Toronto-based poet and essayist. He has worked as a landscaper, wedding caterer, sailing instructor, and art teacher, among other odd jobs. He is about to begin a PhD at OISE, researching arts education and mental health. Recent writing can be found online at , Lion’s Roar<\/a><\/em>, (Parenthetical)<\/a><\/em>, and The Puritan<\/a><\/em>, and new poems and essays are forthcoming with Arc<\/a><\/em> and Prairie Fire<\/a><\/em>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The limits of power All of what a cloud could do I can do in my mind dragon whale small girl child willow tree past thoughts caught in a memory box pocket of digital faces numbers not to call skin… Continue Reading
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