Melanie Thompson

Marcus” by Melanie Thompson
from the 2018 Poem in Your Pocket Day booklet

              “There is lipstick smeared across my mirror. I have crushed so many tubes that I am left with a palette of shades of pink, orange, and red; a myriad of feminine torment. There are still strands of hair woven in my carpet from two fortnights ago, when I took Mother’s pruning shears to the blonde lying across my shoulders and hacked myself a straw nest. I thought the hatred would fall off in the golden clumps, but I can easily find it in each glass reflection. Last week I cracked a rib from wearing shirts three sizes too small and my brother laughed and called me crazy, said he could take the knife to my chest whenever I was ready. But I’ve already tried. They won’t come off.”  

– My name is Isabelle Marcus and I am a boy  

 

Winner of the 2018 Jessamy Stursberg Poetry Prize for Canadian Youth, senior category