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09-03-2024

Tyler Pennock 

Excerpts from BONE

 

PAGES 9-10

 

Fear takes any form it can steal

and wears it – like elegance at a gala

replete with broad smiles

 

a world of comfort wrapped around you

 

Fear has a way of building itself

out

of the deepest cells

            scars breeding as a fire might

            on dry grass

 

It is always something inside

           

that the world eventually teases out

 

The most hurtful things

can’t impact the space

one’s own nightmares hold –

 

                                    (twenty years ago)

            the force of a cue ball in a shoe bag

            whipped at the apogee

            of my boyfriend’s hardest throw

            wasn’t enough
 

I was safe

Standing over him,

bleeding

            on his face, I knew:

 

No act can harm me

the worst has been done

 

Back then,                            

terror

had much further to travel

to get past the scar tissue       

 

                        but fear

                        is inquisitive

                        stubborn

 

I had a friend who would press his hand on the accumulating ice in a freezer

repeatedly, over months

until his hand claimed its own space

in the deep freeze

 

In my habit I imagined the imprint

of a hardened hand on the soul

 

of a child

                        turned adult

turned child again 

 

by memories that won’t give up

their hold

ice giving way

to repetition and the slow melt

 

 

the slow and lustful

surrender of one force to another

 

the learned helplessness of the ice matching the despair

 

of a child

            turned adult

turned child again

 

fractal beauty melted

by frequent – unprepared – unsafe, touch

 

In the light-memory held by the ice

we are dissembled

 

 

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Seriously

 

                        if wolves are more civilized than you

 

                        then perhaps you’ve got it wrong…

 

 

PAGES 92-93

 

Once

 

I think, perhaps, that we understood

our humanity got in the way

of living well

                 

    and that we aspired

    to the same harmony

    that animals had

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                            And you fools called it

                                                            animal worship

                                                                        totemism

-from Bones selected by Fall 2024 PoemoftheWeek.com Guest Editor Hollay Ghadery. 

Tyler Pennock was the inaugural Faculty of Arts & Social Sciences’ Indigenous Artist-in-Residence at Carleton University in Fall 2013. They are a two-spirit adoptee from a Cree and Metis family around the Lesser Slave Lake region of Alberta, and is a member of Sturgeon Lake Cree Nation. They graduated from Guelph University’s Creative Writing MFA program in 2013.Their first Book, BONES (Brick Books) was shortlisted for the Gerald Lampert Memorial Award and the Indigenous Voices Award for Poetry. Their second book, BLOOD was released in September 2022. They also teach at the Centre for Indigenous Studies at the University of Toronto.

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