Richard-Yves Sitoski
We
spread out on the rocky beach
our
full bacchanalia—
cucumbers
stuffed with pearls, tins of Scott Expedition peaches,
Tupperwares
of dodo pâté and communion sourdough
—and
picnicked in full regalia:
Mom
in her flapper dress glittered like moonlight on snow,
I
slayed in a K-mart tuxedo,
while
dad with spats, brogues and a Patek Philippe
pumped
the piston of a Coleman stove.
He
dipped his line in the lake
and
snagged a Fiji mermaid by the lip.
He
tossed it back. He was after rusalkas and this was a fake.
Mom
took out her needles and didn’t stop
till
she made a cable knit
out
of clippings she got from a barber shop.
I
hummed old Blind Lemon and toyed with Voyager probes
and
full-scale battleships,
played
Operation and got gore on my clothes.
Those
around us could only stare
at
our pataphysical banquet and dad’s siren fishing,
my
Delta blues and mom’s sweaters of hair.
It
wasn’t our fault if our neighbours never got in our groove.
It
wasn’t our problem if we left them wishing
they
weren’t too polite to ask us to move.
Richard-Yves
Sitoski
(he/him) is the 2019-2022 Poet Laureate of Owen Sound, on the territory of the
Saugeen Ojibway Nation. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The
Fiddlehead, The Maynard, Prairie Fire, Bywords.ca, in
the League of Canadian Poets' Poetry Pause, and as part of Brick Books'
Brickyard video series. He is a 2021 Best of the Net nominee and 2021 John
Newlove Award winner. His latest book is No Sleep ‘til Eden, an
augmented reality multimedia collection of poems on the environment.
@r_sitoski rsitoski.com
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