We live in loose leaf pamphlets
inside the letters of no alphabet

and fall asleep on a thin moon
strung to the lid of a mason jar. 

I crouch in my own mouth
and stare at red traffic lights
through the unflossed gaps
between my teeth. 

My cheeks sucked in as I
nap beneath my tongue.

Loud knocks outside:
I swallow myself. 

Leave the package 
at the door. 

In an unlit cave
a thin cry is


Jérémi Doucet

Jérémi Doucet is an emerging fiction writer and poet. His writing has appeared in CV2, Gone Lawn, and several anthologies. He currently lives in Vancouver.