i. love
it’s difficult
it is
blackbird, we’ll stay
where it is safe
for as long as we need
you said
you wanted me
emotional
now i am nothing
but emotion
like something snapped
my spinal cord
and all the nerves recoiled
after all that talk
of feeling over thinking
of being afraid to die
now i’m afraid of
everything and
yeah, it took you
leaving
for me to be everything
you needed me to be
everything
and i feel
everything
about it;
is
pearls in her hair
pulled out by the mockingbird, and
left on the moon as it waxes;
the necklace, unravelling
like the dizziness of freedom.
as the world heartbreak becomes
it’s difficult.
ii. tree
there is dew
on each filament
a drop
casting light on
a drop
casting light on
dependence
bird of the dark, considering
the spider web
and the trust
that if one bead falls,
so does the web, for nothing
can exist without
the roots,
the ones i see and the ones i don’t
but hear and smell and understand,
netted, breathe,
blackbird, breathe,
for the lasting truth, breathe,
for the space left over
for love and attachment, breathe
and notice
what the web isn’t
anymore
and what brought it to now
and you.
christian favreau is a poet and activist living in Montréal (Tiohtiá:ke). His work has appeared in the Anti-Languorous Project, Vallum, and elsewhere. His forthcoming book of poetry with JackPine Press will be available in late 2020.