Bardia Sinaee is an Iranian-born, Canadian-raised third-year student at Carleton University. He works part-time at Ottawa's historic Mayfair Theatre, mostly in popcorn production and sales. Last fall, he was the poetry editor for In/Words, Carleton's incessant literary magazine. Starting this fall, he will host CKCU's Literary Landscapes on the last Thursday of each month. He hopes to one day work as either a full-time poetry editor, an Al Jazeera correspondent or a shit-disturbing political columnist.
- after Robert Hass
By the time I realized my socks were mismatched,
I was already at Grand Central Station—not a spare
inch to kneel or bend over without throwing someone
a handful of ass. Right, right, right: you’d think those
directions would be easy to remember, but this city
is fissured from tip to tail. Alleys bloom into pockets
of trash and nomadic grocers, all looking for a pinch,
or so I’ve read. To be honest, I’m just glad I found
your office. And to have guessed that you’d bring your
children... How patiently they sit! Is the sheepish one
inanimate or just out of sorts? Speak! Speak, child!
Why has no one spoken since I got here?