Scarf for Two

By Luke MacLean

We were wearing a scarf for two
We were sheep caught in the barbwire
We were catching clumsy squirrels
We were the hangperson’s lover
We were categorically in limbo
We were anointing pedestrians as limbo queens
 
We were wearing a crown for two
We were knighting MCs to the chagrin of Sir Mix-a-lot
We were giving stink eyes to tandem cyclists
We were eating Deep n Delicious often
We were using public washrooms less
We were telling loiterers ‘we peed there, just last night’
 
We were wearing yellow pants for two
We were blocking the escalator
We were without sponsorship
We were wearing red tank tops
We were eating free Big Macs
We were spilling iceberg lettuce into escalator teeth
 
We were poking through a turtleneck for two
We were wearing Secret deodorant, hint, hint
We were Steely Dan in a dad sweater for two
We were holding bare hands wearing one pair of mittens
We were wearing a faux Siamese cat fur coat for two
We were a pair of dipped candles before the flame
 
We were wearing a diving bell for two
We were on a cream coloured escalator to the sea
You had scarfed an array of triangular
egg & tuna salads at a funeral pyre prior
I could tell because
We were wearing a goddamn diving bell for two

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Warsaw was Raw

By Luke MacLean

No racecar
No denned kayak
No solos
No civic deed
No eye level wow
No pop radar
No deified tenet
No Xanax pep
No mmmm, naan
No dud dad reviver
No cinegenic redivider
No yay, ABBA
No lol gag
No noon lul
No pull-up deked
No peep sees boob, teet
Just palindromes

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Luke MacLean is the author of the poetry chapbook Three String Ukulele (845 Press, 2018). His work has also appeared in numerous places, including GEIST, DER GREIF, Paper Darts, SAND Journal, The Newfoundland Quarterly and others.