PROJECT REBUILD


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Vancouver Special

when i sent the shape of a cat
into the room
i meant it as leaves, as a swirl of leaves

that's why I opened the curtain

a last ruby dog on fire in the pan
cambie fog
two mattresses pushed together

drag me under you, skin-deep
grey as a niagara water stain

what is crow: archeology or a failure of light?
type at the street level window, unable to afford
the last place on earth


Diane Tucker

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RENOVATIONS:

george mckim

 

BIO:
Diane Tucker lives on the second floor and the first, rushing in between the two so she doesn't forget she exists.