The placard says two dollars each.
I light two for the price.
My poverty will be forgiven,
my sincerity appreciated.
Top row centre, I lift the long taper.
No disrespect is meant.
It’s just they were boys
when I knew them best.
Young men really, but oh,
we were stupid then …
Poem, in its entirety, is available in the printed version of the current issue.
Bio:
Yvette LeClair is a workers’ rights activist, a mother, and a compulsive note-taker. She grew up reading a lot in the Ontario suburbs of the ’70s but left to attend ºÚÁϳԹÏ×ÊÔ´ and never went back. Her poetry has appeared in Pinhole Poetry and the South Shore Review. She lives in Toronto with her husband and calico cats.