I was born
and grew up in
a northern Ontario
town that starts with “K”
and sort of ends with “K”
One of my favourite
early songs was
“K–K–K–Katie”
Latin had no “K”
and that’s strange,
because “K”
engraves in stone easily
— and that brings up shape:
“K”
If you look at it
it kind of resembles
a collision vector
or somebody standing askance
or the end of a blueprint dimension
— an end
a middle or a beginning.
I get the feeling either
“K” can’t make up its mind
or we can’t
and never will.
I think we lost our chance
when the Romans wouldn’t
take it on.
They made a lot of our decisions for us.
