GWEN AUBE

club penguin

i'm going to send a glitter bomb to my worst enemy
(who is the snow)

i sit with my weathered face on this mountain
that i live on all the fuck alone, above the glow
& the hum & even the hush of the high place
where only the coldest birds can grow

the air is a still perhaps -- the mewling babycat
of its vengeance for valleys -- set to snap

in it angels pray thru shortwave -- the corners
are tight & time unfurls in their footprints

holy shit the snow just opened the glitter bomb
it's all over the snow catching sunlight glimmering
oh my god what a fucking asshole hahaha
wow, it looks completely so pissed off

gregoria samsa (spring)

under the watchful eye of the moon
i confuse you for a fruit in the garden

pink bugs sipping from your lower lip
make wings of their delight for you

fluttering away in wild wetting shame
the divine judgement of mammals

soft-legged bugs for you blush
& explode shells in nosebleed

& suddenly some sun rises wickedly,
fumbles our orchestra, simpering

tubas wheeze at our expense
caught naked in a stranger's home

there is nothing to do but crouch
and receive God's wrath

Gwen Aube is a poet and welfare recipient. Her work may be found in places such as HAD, filling Station, and Foglifter Magazine. She lives in Windsor, Ontario with a fluctuating number of trans women.