Terese Mason Pierre — Fortune

Poem author and title: Terese Mason Pierre — Fortune Poem: Somehow, I caught a fly with vinegar; not a no—my acidic tongue wouldn’t utter that lie. The corner store beside my subway sells the only brand of ice cream I like. You found it with few clues, guided the spoon to my tongue under the pink heat of High Park Now that I have you, illusions of greater gambles slide their way up my thigh: the paradox of intolerance You are not going anywhere, but it is not fear that lies between us in bed its fingers in my mouth. End of poem. Copyright © Terese Mason Pierre Originally appeared in Bad Dog Issue 1.2, July 2019. Terese Mason Pierre is a Toronto-based writer, editor and organizer whose poetry has appeared in the Hart House Review, The Brasilia Review, Bad Nudes, Half a Grapefruit, The Collapsar, and others. She is the poetry editor of Augur Magazine and volunteers with Shab-e She'r Poetry Reading Series. Her first chapbook is forthcoming with Anstruther Press. She is online at www.teresemasonpierre.com and on Twitter/Instagram @teresempierre. BAD DOG is dedicated to unapologetic poetry—visceral, intelligent, and without restraint. www.bad-dog-review.com