Marilyn Letts

Marilyn Letts wishes she was a superhero saving the world one poem at a time. Occasionally she travels at super-sonnet speed, but presently her batmobile's parked in Calgary.

An Old Man Closes my Newspaper

He said murder and cancer were not topics worth discussing. New shoes or the activities of the sky — maybe, but not murder. He said he knew how to forget and how to eat without central incisors. His teeth were elephant pieces, calcified memories that had fallen away. No more chewing things over. No more [...]

No Third Date

Because you are younger than me you have fungus growing on your back   Because you are older than me you live in Texas and vote Republican   Because you imitated me driving you told me I look like a million bucks you thought I’d be a “helpmate” you kissed me without asking   Because [...]