I was longlisted for the CBC Poetry Prize!
The first lines are below and you can read more about it here.
Being haunted isn’t easy, but it’s different than you’d think. More
heavy and dull, like a hangover. A cramp that never quite goes away.
It’s a familiar fatigue, the kind you grow tired of, where the world
shrinks to the blade of a knife — a glimmer of a bed and then just a
wound in the sheets. The ghost of a brother, a suicide. A collection of
symptoms. A fragment of light fading in and out, until just a body