Quarantine

BY CATHERINE GRAHAM

Masks. Flux. 

The breeze

hums. Haunted,

I am. Travel, 

a cloud. Here,

a language tangle

as feral water

weasels forward. 

Hatpin

in heartbreak.

Each song, 

a block. Midnight

burns from

the woods,

orange-white

moths flake

into ashes. 

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CATHERINE GRAHAM’s sixth poetry collection, The Celery Forest (Wolsak and Wynn/Buckrider Books), was named a CBC Best Book of the Year and was a finalist for the Fred Cogswell Award for Excellence in Poetry. Recent publications include Arc Poetry Magazine, The Malahat Review, Event Magazine and she was shortlisted for the Montreal International Poetry Prize. A previous winner of TIFA’s Poetry NOW, she leads their monthly Book Club. Æther: an out-of-body lyric and her second novel, The Most Cunning Heart, are forthcoming. www.catherinegraham.com @catgrahampoet