Ben Ladouceur is the author of a book of poems called Otter, published by Coach House Books in 2015, a book that The National Post, The North American Review and The Globe and Mail all said nice things about.
On my last month in the hamlet
I asked you to take
care of my partner once his bed
was all his. I slammed the front door on a viper
and ran for you, because these things
have no protocol, because you might be
the brave person
we have not thought to ask for.
The snake's tail thrashed about
like a length of rope in the mouth of a dog
who means business. I apologize.
I resorted to words because they
remain, take root then pop out
like little mice from big fields.
But once I am gone
I am gone. I only wish my mouth
had thought to thank you
for cleaning up the urine the snake
had parted with.
I didn't even have to ask.