Parkdale, then Princess Street

By Michael Lista Michael Lista
Make them say yes before you even ask,
L’essence de charme, c’est ça. The mind’s a damsel
Locked in a tower with her fathom of   hair.
Coax the braid and it’ll all be over.

The rooms are plain where I am interviewed,
Abstract and clinical, and so I glory
Like a corpse plant, perfume the marble-faced
With the reek and prodigy of my tomorrows.

Dying is so boring as the soul
Rummages the liquidation sale
For a final bargain —

But time outbids all comers, and we die
Expensively in Princess Margaret
Who was herself once so beautiful.

NOTES: Read the Q&A with Michael Lista about this poem

Source: Poetry (December 2012).


This poem originally appeared in the December 2012 issue of Poetry magazine

December 2012
 Michael  Lista


Michael Lista is the author of Bloom (House of Anansi Press, 2010). He is poetry editor of the Walrus and poetry columnist for the National Post. He lives in Toronto.

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