and ranch dressing is the new ketchup,
that’s where she planted her flag in the sand.
all that summer she quoted russian novels.
told her, zoom out until it doesn’t hurt so bad
and you’re just blue eyes on a blue screen
on a blue ball hanging on endless nothing –
feel better? holding her breath until the
leaves changed colour wasn’t cute anymore …
* poem, in its entirety, is available in the printed version of the current issue.
Darrell Epp’s fourth poetry collection, Mechanical Monkeys, was published in 2021. He lives in Hamilton, Ontario.