The stars have grown
stale, hardened, like gum
stuck under
the sky's dark
school desk

the only way
to write about the dead
is to use a pen without ink

and in the silence
sometimes you hear your own heart

pecking at nothing, as if
it were food

while the clock hands move through
the day like cutlery through a meal

Jason Heroux
JASON HEROUX has had poems published in Can We Have Our Ball Back?, Another Toronto Quarterly, and The Antigonish Review. The Days Are Hardly Here At All, a chapbook of his poems, translated into French, is forthcoming from Editions Microbe in Belgium. He lives in Kingston, Ontario, Canada, and currently works as a civil servant. He also has a chapbook of prose poems titled Leaving The Road coming out with Mercutio Press in May.
The Adirondack Review