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At last year’s prestigious Ho-Lit awards

I won the coveted Layton Medallion

(rhymes with ‘Canadian stallion’), now nestled

in my chest hair as I winter in Crete.

So, mes chères, not that you’re sleeping,

wondering which Doritos Collisions

will collide next, but you are well served —

I thank my editor, Minka, &c.

Hard at work on my mystery novel now:

Murder Most Murdersome, You Murder-Maker.

I’m hoping to wake one day to say, ‘It was

all a dream — those poplar-moon poems!’

The glare of my medallion, however, is real.

Real as the beatings administered behind

the Mont St-Antoine arena. Those beatings

were the worst of your very harsh winters.