September 4th, 2010


		boots, leather, bolted blade beneath
			the furnace metal, an oven for a cabin
			hornbeam Mi'kmaq sticks
			rustic, you smile, in your soft, yellow living room
                                                jean brownbill glasses
                                               don't you like them?
		    paintpeel brick, white
   			a tooth pulled sans novocaine [what's that?]

to the poor there is nothing glamourous about poverty
			skates were heavier then,
				    smiles wider