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A poem that will appear in slightly revised form in my next book Designated Mourner (ECW 2014). Inspired by Rob Colman giving me a copy of Jack Gilbert’s The Great Fires and written during a time of deep grieving that somehow found a dark humour coursing through it.

Recorded at my parents’ house when I wore a sweater constantly as the basement was cold and my life felt claustrophobic and close to ruined. Two years ago now. So many things are different but the poems for him still flow.