Leave your husband and son, travel west
over the tomato vomit in the hallway, toward
a ghost town—say Sanctuary, Saskatchewan,
with a possible overnight in Hyde. First, find
the door. Grab the last cinnamon bun:
to dull the razor blade of your tongue. Listen
a moment to the clink-clock of your hot buttons
tumbling in the dryer. The Ikea in your mind
may yet have an exit. Stare past the Velcro
voices, the selvages you’ve managed to unravel.
There is no sin in the stumble to surrender. Falling
feels like the dog’s muzzle between the sofa cushions,
and tonight, the last flush is your amen.
Copyright © Angeline Schellenberg. Originally published in Tell Them It Was Mozart (Brick Books, 2016).
Angeline Schellenberg’s collection Tell Them It Was Mozart (Brick Books, 2016) won the Lansdowne Prize for Poetry, the Eileen McTavish Sykes Award for Best First Book, and the John Hirsch Award for Most Promising Manitoba Writer, and was a finalist for the 2017 ReLit Award for poetry. Her poetry placed second (2016) and third (2014) in Prairie Fire’s contest, and was shortlisted for Arc Poetry Magazine’s 2015 Poem of the Year. Her poems have also appeared in journals including TNQ, Grain, and Lemon Hound and the 2015 Alfred Gustav Press chapbook Roads of Stone. She lives in Winnipeg (Treaty One Territory) with her husband, their two teenagers, and a German shepherd-corgi. Find Angeline on Twitter at @poetic_Angeline.