Canadian Culture · Canadian Literature · Classic · Collection · Commentary · Excerpt · Fragment · Passage · Poetry

Carole Glasser Langille

    I could lie around all day

wanting the brush of your lips. Between your lips,
the dark field meets a night sky. I am inside
each ragged breath and the pause between.

— Carole Glasser Langille, from “When You’re Not Here and When You Are,” Late in a Slow Time (Mansfield Press, 2003)

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