“irreconciliation” by Laila Malik

Poetry Pause is the League of Canadian Poets’ daily poetry dispatch. Read “irreconciliation” from Laila Malik’s collection archipelago, shortlisted for the League’s Pat Lowther Memorial Award and Gerald Lampert Memorial Award.

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irreconciliation

By Laila Malik

i knew a woman who woke up every morning and asked herself 
                                                                                                                    which whistle will i blow today

i knew a woman who shushed 
                                     the chorus of devil’s advocates in her mind with freshbaked cumin cookies clucked and soothed, ironrod everclasped 
under tattered frontier skirts

cookies a new brand of colonization;       her oldcountry people preferred oldschool tea biscuits 
with a biscuit, you knew who held the firearms.

time moved safely
                                                     in a straight line, toward the 
                                                                                                                            inevitability of erasure.


i knew a woman who woke up every morning to a whistle blowing her 
we called her devourspora because she ate all the spores of her origins, spat out the doubts 
                                                                            and grew fields upon fields of unanswerable questions

at first she called this family, then community, then 
biting a piece off her tongue and looking both ways before she crossed the street 
she called it nation

she didn’t know or she knew, 
her soles had grown spikes and with every step she impaled
                                                                                                           survivors

she toiled hard not to think
                                                   of any word for this
                                                                                  but her nation of unanswerable questions called it

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                                   fields upon fields

in her spare time she grew native herbs on her balcony, desperate for pollinators and

forever incanting

i can’t be a landthief if i live in the air
can i
can i can i can i can i can i can i can i can i can i can i can i can i can i can i can i can i can i

Laila Malik is a desisporic writer in Adobigok. Her debut poetry collection, archipelago (Book*hug Press, 2023) was named one of the CBC’s Best Canadian Poetry Books of 2023. Her essays have been nominated for the Pushcart and Best of the Net, longlisted in various contests, and published in Canadian and international literary journals.


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