by Aaron Giovannone

The cookie bags crinkled at my touch
and I chose one
and was sad for all the others

The same thing happened with cut flowers
quivering by the automatic doors
dying in buckets

I’m serious people:
the telephone poles strung my moods out between them

I felt like a bag of cookies
and ate a bag of cookies
I put my sad bouquet in water

Aaron Giovannone’s poetry has most recently appeared in The Antigonish Review, Canadian Literature, Event and Grain.  Last year he was a researcher in translation studies at the University of Siena, Italy. He currently teaches at Brock University in St. Catharines.