Concordian writer Hannah Karpinski brings us two creative works
Hannah Karpinski is in her third year of the honours program in English and creative writing at Concordia. She hails from Toronto and misses her dog. In these poems, Hannah’s knack for clever wordplay as well her love of dogs are wholly evident. When reading these pieces, one can’t help but get carried away by Karpinski’s playful and energetic diction which somehow manages to be both seamless and unpredictable. These poems were published with the help of Annah-Lauren Bloom.
Walk! Walk! Walk!
For Kaleb, Bandit, and Molly
Frail Greyhound keeps beat in bucket of water
Pawing and splashing and pawing and splashing and—
Sand! SAND! Someone just changed the water
The dog park: dirty locale ebbing in appeal
Humans watch as dogs steal one another’s newest toys
And here they thought The Beaches was gentrified…
Playtime for daycare in children’s sandbox
Squatting Rottweiler makes eye contact with human pup
Releases herself; knows this is not an off-leash area
Goldendoodle running in red Gore-Tex
Daddy must have spent a nice sum on that beautiful ja—
Betrayal! “Bad girl! Out of the mud, you bastard!”
Human seeks shade under willow tree
Drink: contraband (it’s thermos wine)
Only addresses the good-looking German Shepherd
Chain link airlock between dog park and human park
Pit Bull grips muddied tennis ball in lockjaw
Her human avoiding the glare of the empty mouthed Basset Hound
Yippy Chihuahua furious with squirrel voices opinion
Mommy yells, “Come!” Squirrel advances… RETREAT!
“Who’s a good dog? Who’s a good dog?”
Human pup wanders away from play structure, unnoticed
Not related to a dog but enters enclosure anyway (illegal)
Is greeted by twenty, maybe thirty dogs; pets them all evening
Sounds like shellfish tastes
like radish: spicy. Feeling peckish?
In she comes now with a flourish,
whirling dervish apparition—
This attraction is not easy
to extinguish. Try to fight
your titillation. My eyes suctioned—
it’s established. She won’t look at you
but watch her, like a jellyfish in action.
Wish she’d watch me,
wish she’d wash me
with a gaze of recognition.
Feed fixation with her friction,
flush carnation, culmination:
she elicits the anticipated physical reaction.
Here and now I get rejection, only
bluish recognition, only. No rash
preposition just her rational decisions.
Stuck in anguish, think I’ll perish.
I can’t squash my adoration!
Feeling foolish, I’m embarrashed—
shit, my English is diminishing,
I’m finishing, I’m fishing, feel outlandish
with ambition. I’d audition for a smidgeon
of attention from this vision. Used to pray
for transposition, now I pray to patient God
to please divine some intervention,
cure me with a prohibition.
In exchange for absolution?
Absolutely! The solution
should demolish my addiction,
should diminish my conviction—
now I wear my trousers rolled
but I am looking for direction,
some prevention of my end,
of my to-be annihilation—
on the verge of self-destruction
losing language relishing
my saddish nature I’m a sad fish
a sad radish seeking comfort
reeking putrid longish longing
lest she leave me so
Graphic by Florence Yee