Jade Wallace

The Vines

twine upon the wall, garlands

for brick red hair that falls

from the head office

how do you feel about that?

sand skittering across rock with the

sound of

wordless whispering;

but my mother had words for it,

and she said-

let’s talk about you

I’d rather speak of the white

bench, around which the

trees huddled in quiet

ceremony

why don’t you speak of yourself?

myself, lying

on woven grass,

small egg in a vast nest.

the sky is pearly

curving blue:

I am on the inside

of a seashell

i really think we need to work on developing your sense of self

senses: five:

radar by which

I receive images and

translate the transmissions

into paper logic

same time next week then?

thank you, doctor. 

Jade Wallace is an M.A. student in Social Justice and Equity Studies at Brock University. She currently has two chapbooks available for sale through Grey Borders books (http://www.greyborders.com) and has recently been published in (d)ead (g)end(er) magazine (see: http://deadgender.blogspot.com). She also has two blogs: http://madamedechevre.tumblr.com (her literary blog) and http://lasciviousort.blogspot.com (her silly but serious Star Wars-inspired blog). Also, Jade really likes her new eyeglasses.