A Tablespoon
by Elise Moser

I dreamed a tablespoon

the handle long in my closed-up fist, the tail of a silver rat

I would push it in hard where my ribs meet in the middle and push and push until the spoon emerged, bowl full of clotted meat, dark and dense hot animal smell infecting every breath

I wanted to dig my heart out

Elise Moser lives in Montreal. She has published a handful of short stories and was one of the winners of the CBC/QWF Quebec Short Story Competition in 2004. This is her first published poem.