how i am nice

sorry i haven't posted in so long- it's starting to feel like the jon and kaylen show. Most of my books come from kaylen though, and it seems wrong to be giving out sloppy seconds book reviews....

However I do now have Selected Poems by Alden Nowlan. I bought it for a friend online after he complained he could never find it in stores and would like it very much.

But before it passes into his hands I thought I'd post a poem from this old-school, obscure poet:

Canadian Love Song

Your body's a small word with many meanings.
Love. If. Yes. But. Death.
Surely I will love you a little while,
Perhaps as long as I have breath.

December is thirteen months long,
July's one afternoon; therefore,
Lovers must outwit wool,
Learn how to puncture fur.

To my love's bed, to keep her warm,
I'll carry wrapped and heated stones.
That which is comfort to the flesh,
Is sometimes torture to the bones.