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FOUR Dedications



                                       FOR SEAN
                                       FOR JAMES
                                       SAPPHO POEM FOR VERITY
                                       & FOR RYAN BEFORE HE GOES
                                       TO THE UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS




Sam WESELOWSKI




FOR SEAN


The purple sandpiper
breeds in sub-zero
degree weather
off the westward
coast of Greenland
facing Baffin Bay

by Canadian waters.
It’s precarious in these
corridors, locked vaults
possessing untapped
arctic oil, a diamond
drill sinks into

your migraine. There’s
a nuclear ship bobbing
in the polar fog, widdershins.
What do you make of these things?
Rhubarb light spreads
the rutabaga, peasants

with credit cards, farming
implements, people scrumping
for TVs downtown take
it, it’s yours. At least
I hope your head stops
hurting, the diaphanous

waves at the harbour’s
edge, drinking pineapple
soda in tropical Nova Scotia,
St. Mary’s Basilica, the piping
plover, the Halifax Explosion,
the trailing arbutus.




FOR JAMES


loxodrome or totality? in
which the stars are blue
and bright bring stony relief
to people crowded under
the moon’s got a scabby landscape, glacial
glare, its quarries and tailing ponds
coming down the line, it’s nasty optics —
rhomboidal forms as city blocks
laminated together by sea and sewer
water, the meniscus curve —
OUR FINGERPRINT ON THE PLANET
terraforms the megafauna, I feel
Aquafina flow through the pipes
and love the concrete sense of
dysprosium bits in which our voices pluck
satellites just before breaking round
the rectangle in my pocket, the brick
your pulse and everybody too




SAPPHO POEM FOR VERITY


then came doom —
the stars cluster
shut, I sprawl               
in this black hole




FOR RYAN BEFORE
HE GOES TO THE
UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS


You either join the military or you don’t.
How come desire isn’t so…?

The road to Kansas among rainclouds at a standstill.
Bluebells and buttercups on the cliff edge, speedwells

seems to me they don’t stand a chance. You either
join the military or you don’t. It’s not so bad.

Against the breeze that left the ocean to cool me
how come desire isn’t so…?










Sam WESELOWSKI is from Vancouver, Canada. His poems have appeared in Hotel, SPAM, datableedzine, Erotoplasty and Canadian Literature. I LOVE MY JOB was published by If a Leaf Falls Press in 2019. OTHER THAN NORTH was published by Gong Farm in 2021. He resides in the UK.







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