when she had no place to go

obliged by fate’s error

she is forced to use a language 

which was not her own

he forced it 

he replaced it

with an illegal voice

the moon rises

a dog barks

a car drives over a broken tree branch

the branch cracks under the weight of the car

the moon rises

a dog barks 

snap

snap

elastic broke

almost blinded him

when he looked out the window

all he saw was himself looking back

he cried a lifetime

then he laughed

words

i have no choice

they created me

eat

shower

work

supper

bed

no sex tonight

Grant Guy is a Winnipeg, Canada, theatre maker and poet. He has 6 books published and his poems and satories have been published internationally online and as hard copy. He was the 2004 recipient of the Manitoba Arts Council’s Award of Distinction and the 2015 Winnipeg Arts Council’s Making A Difference Reward.

Today’s poems are very reductive. They reflect more of the micro theatre pieces I began during the time of COVID.  In the micro theatre pieces the object or the gesture was the event.  In today’s poems the words are the event. Each word and/or line can be connected as pieces of shards by the reader.