After the show but before the babies And long before we knew we could die Suddenly or otherwise, You kissed me for the second time, Under the streetlight by your apartment. When you pulled away, you were smiling That gap toothed smile you never did get fixed. We would always recognize you, you knew By […]
Yvette LeClair
Yvette LeClair is a workers’ rights activist and a compulsive note-taker. She grew up in the suburbs of the seventies. Thankfully, there was a library across the street. Her poetry appears in Pinhole Poetry, Queen’s Quarterly, Working Title Lit, The Dalhousie Review, Contemporary Verse 2, and The Literary Review of Canada. She has a day job in downtown Toronto, Canada, where she lives with her husband and calico cats. Find her on Instagram @yvetteleclair