Two Poems
Poetry by Molly Cross-Blanchard
First Contact: Métis
We show up late to the party
in the northwest end
dilute the crowd disperse
ourselves in search
of someone who knows
what to call us Half
expecting it we find all the cheezies
gone from the only bag of munchies berries
fished out
of the punch bowl into plastic
cups No one knows
how to greet uninvited guests and
the buses stopped running
at midnight so we hang
out with each other
in a circle
on the long brown strip of front lawn We have nothing
to talk about Our silence
comes naturally
Thin cigarettes rest
between our lips waggle
wait
for fire
I Know I Know
so i know we’re doing this unconditional trust thing blah
blah blah and that’s cool ya know but i wonder
if it’d also be cool for you to wear a body cam at school
just in the classes you have with kissy-face Carly and maybe
at work because babe you’re hot and your butt looks bomb
in dress pants i’m posting our relationship on Facebook i know
i know social media’s a venomous bitch but babe
here’s the thing your profile’s still up and it says you’re fucking
single babe IT SAYS YOU’RE FUCKING SINGLE sorry
sorry put a lot of eggs in your basket ya know the
milk chocolate happiness eggs shiny golden sanity eggs free-range
omega-3 procreative eggs and if you drop
the fucking basket babe i’ll drop you
to your goddamn knees
PRAY 4 ME BEG 4 ME
you’re perfect you’ve been perfect but my therapist says
jealousy is a v cool emotion to explore and
i’ve got a history you know this he hiked up my trust
fucked so many holes
in my logic and that’s
where we’re at sorry
not sorry