Three a.m. searching for the earth she was born in;
Snow that never melts.
The final chapter that begins again—
I’m sorry I didn’t clean the house.
The fucked-up way he said her last name
as if it belonged to his heritage. It got
Every day changes her—
every new love kills her;
She never wanted to answer his message.
Yes, he insisted.
Once with thirty years of need
Riding over a city bridge,
She fell in love for the first time. I loved you.
Once, after thirty years of apologies
She fell in love for the last time I loved you.
St-Laurent river unchanging
under her lovers.
Death could crash inside her
Full of cancer cells
The dance of nail-biting sex
in two separate beds
I’m sorry I lied.
You’d think she made a thousand mistakes a day—
That the Achilles heel
Meant her funeral was approaching.
Her lonely coffin of lifeless
I loved you, too.
Christina Strigas is a trilingual poet, raised by Greek immigrants, and has written three poetry books. Her latest, Love & Vodka, has been featured by CBC Books in, “Your Ultimate Canadian Poetry List: 68 Poetry Collections Recommended by you”. She is currently working on her fourth upcoming poetry book, Love & Metaxa. In her spare time, Christina enjoys foreign cinema, reading the classics, and cooking traditional Greek recipes that have been handed down from her grandmother.
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