Ode to Emily Carr

by Jordan Williamson

If there is more, it is this: 

waves pick their teeth on the rocks.

 

Somewhere Emily Carr is taking a bath

in a vacant condo.

 

It was given; there is no time— 

bluffs crumble into the ocean

 

saying what we cannot hear,

adding & subtracting from the whole

 

sleeping rough in the margin. 

Oh, Emily

 

double me on your bike to the store, 

buy me yerba mate

 

from the Granville Island Tea Company,

hold me at knifepoint on the SkyTrain

 

regale me with fish scales & songbird,

make of me 

 

everything the woods made of you

& more.

Jordan Williamson

Jordan Williamson is a poet from London Ontario. His work has featured in Fugue Journal, Contemporary Verse 2, Grain, PRISM International, and Echolocation, among others. He was nominated for "Best New Poets 2025" published by University of Virginia Press. His debut chapbook "Love's Little Dojo" is available from Pinhole Poetry.

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