You would be more useful as blank
pulp. Beloved paper, you sleep,
booked to silence—closed,
too conceited to fraternize
with graffiti that grips the tangy,
grease-stained streets of Toronto,
too proud to mingle with the beat
of a subway-stationed sax. You jail
my letters into un-glossed lines.
Why can’t you, dear lifeless leaf, break
from laurel ropes,
wheel into lungs?
ANTONIA FACCIPONTE is a poet based in Toronto. She is a SSHRC-funded graduate student in the English Department at the University of Toronto. Her first poetry book, To Make a Bridge, is forthcoming in Spring 2021 with Black Moss Press.