the relationship between two girlfriends . . .
. . . is maintained through the frailty of winter, but also through distance. I wanted to take this idea of the earth — as always changing and always far away, and yet, predictable and see if it could also be related to the ways in which we experience love.
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Transatlantic
In winter, our hearts froze
From across an ocean
We sent emails back and forth
Trying to keep our fingers warm.
.
On Candlemas – Ground Hog Day
We had the epiphany to stay together
Though it would be more than six weeks
Of strained texting in bad weather.
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But women are good with waiting
Our bodies are clocks and our skin the earth
We have been taught how to be patient
And to give when we wish to return.
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I watch the rain cris-cross on the window
As I cross off the calendar days
Until the equinox and Easter and Beltane;
Until the plane is boarded and secured.
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In the airport, at the arrivals
It’s midnight and full moon
Our arms wrap around one another
And we revolve as season should.
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Evelyn Deshane
her work has appeared in The Fieldstone Review, Arthur Newspaper, and Absynthe Magazine. She has an MA in Public Texts from Trent University and is currently pursuing her PhD. She lives in Canada.
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