philodendron by christian favreau
Updated: May 22, 2020
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.