Missed Connections in Montréal
No Name No.15
No Name No.15laying on un-sheeted mattresses
in the middle of a sunny day
driving in cars
and hitting each other
over – frozen to the bone with fear
picnic table tops and tents
hands, fondly lingering
the aches preceding the I don’t know
and I don’t knows
Her Two Cents
Poems like this one make me wonder about the people, places, and stories that serve as the backdrop to the writer’s actions and emotions. A simple picnic is the perfect setting for such dramatic subtext – fearfully aching, fondly frozen – perhaps they do know more than they don’t...
