At last year’s prestigious Ho-Lit awards
I won the coveted Layton Medallion
(rhymes with ‘Canadian stallion’), now nestled
in my chest hair as I winter in Crete.
So, mes chères, not that you’re sleeping,
wondering which Doritos Collisions
will collide next, but you are well served –
I thank my editor, Minka, &c.
Hard at work on my mystery novel now:
Murder Most Murdersome, You Murder-Maker.
I’m hoping to wake one day to say, ‘It was
all a dream – those poplar-moon poems!’
The glare of my medallion, however, is real.
Real as the beatings administered behind
the Mont St-Antoine arena. Those beatings
were the worst of your very harsh winters.