Coinage
by Brett Seemann

Your name
has a way of getting lost
in the oddest places;

in the shadows
between my shoulder blades,
along the base of my tongue,
beneath my fingernails,
wedged right down
to the cuticle,
as I try to pick the letters
from out between the sheets
like dimes of sweat.

Big River, Sask. April 6/2001