Two Poems

by Domenica Martinello

Domenica Martinello is a Toronto-based poet originally from Montréal, Québec. She is an interviews editor for CWILA: Canadian Women in the Literary Arts. Her poetry chapbook Interzones was published in 2015 with words(on)pages.

Taraxacum  

 

there are cracks
in my praxis
where Purdy’s

yellow flowers
poke through
wear my working

class like a lion’s
tooth its asexual
uniformed attire

milk rubber
genetically
identical

a common
man’s odyssey
in a seed’s blow

where ode
becomes episode
weeds grow

hopeful
can I get
some musical

accompaniment
here can I get
it in my wine

can I get it
in my salad
commonplace

and edible
like me
like me,

please.

 

Saucebox

 

“Lucia is the first of Joyce’s sirens.”
—Carol Loeb Shloss

one’s identity is hard-won
in language of household

and letterwriting, of leaving

and leaving

it is surely the most italian of activities
to be in love with charlie chaplin
yes i wanted firms of splendour

anti-mother tongued
trampin my way round dublin

from trieste to northhampton it’s exhausting
still basking
in my debt to you.

why should a debtor’s daughter pay
into a shoddy pocket

for a not-yet-determined
amount of his genius

yes, i know Yes
little match girl
wants legs

better to evade

6 hrs a day age 22
when i was 10 how disorderly

how cross-eyed and evicted
and poor yes i cried for a month
drawing your lettrines

at 10 i could have been illuminating
instead of 13 in 3 countries

book of kells
broken at the prim shining bar

you and mine blindness

straightjacket a stage
prop like any other, body

bastardry

beckett’s grouchiness
would drive anyone
to a complex

his majesty’s
sour money strapped my legs for a
not-yet-determined stay
at the maison de santé

thanks sam

sorry i wasn’t into condoms

it must be the pleasure-seeking
italian lesbian in me

write me

little loony debt
for papa’s fête

a chair against the wall
like the real artist

bra-lined bravado
coveting giorgio’s

breast milk

illiterate in 3 languages
look what i can do

wave my arms
throw myself like a voice

about the room

yr blind i snip the phonelines

yr blind i snip the phonelines

fat with congrats i circumcise

unbutton your trousers, genius

raked together a wake for me

restless fin yes it’s complicated

we’re illiterate in all languages

the eyes missed their invite

but a dancer makes do

 


Domenica Martinello is a Toronto-based poet originally from Montréal, Québec. She is an interviews editor for CWILA: Canadian Women in the Literary Arts. Her poetry chapbook Interzones was published in 2015 with words(on)pages.

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