Midway: Poems
By Kayla Czaga
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Honest, elegiac, characteristically strange, and frequently funny, Midway is an exploration of grief in all its manifestations.
“I feel like the crud / I accidentally touch sometimes, whatever it is / that collects under cushions on my couch,” writes Kayla Czaga in her third collection, Midway, an exploration of grief in all its manifestations. In her search for meaning in the aftermath of her parents’ deaths, Czaga visits the underworld (at least twice), Vietnamese restaurants, the beach, London’s Tate Modern, Las Vegas casinos, and a fish textbook. Honest, elegiac, characteristically strange, and frequently funny, these poems take the reader through bright scenery like carnival rides with fast climbs and sudden drops. The meanings and messages Czaga uncovers on her travels are complicated: hopeful, bleak—both comforting and not. Along with the parents the poet mourns, this collection showcases a varied cast. A suburban father-in-law copes with a troubling diagnosis. Marge Simpson quits The Simpsons. Death is a metalhead who dates girls too young for him. Midway is a welcome and necessary collection from one of the most celebrated and accomplished poets of her generation.
Kayla Czaga
KAYLA CZAGA is the author of two previous poetry collections—For Your Safety Please Hold On (Nightwood Editions, 2014), and Dunk Tank (House of Anansi, 2019). Her work has been shortlisted for the Governor General’s Award for poetry and the Dorothy Livesay Poetry Prize. Frequently anthologized in the Best Canadian Poetry in English series, her writing also appears in The Walrus, Grain, Event, The Fiddlehead, and elsewhere. She lives with her wife on the traditional territory of the Lekwungen people, the Songhees nd Esquimalt nations.
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Midway - Kayla Czaga
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poems
Kayla Czaga
Also by Kayla Czaga
Dunk Tank
For Your Safety Please Hold On
Copyright © 2024 Kayla Czaga
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Title: Midway / Kayla Czaga.
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Description: Poems.
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THE HAIRBRUSH
A few days after he died, my mother found it
in a drawer. Matted with white hair
it resembled an old man cactus
that had been meditating for centuries in the desert
or a mostly eaten cone of cotton candy.
From another angle, it was a giant cocoon
at the end of a lacquered branch.
Inside it a butterfly had been
knitting wings for sixty-six years.
Under other circumstances, it might’ve been mistaken
for a microphone generating its own static,
but there was nothing to say, no grand speeches
to be made because ultimately
it looked like nothing as much as what it was:
my dead father’s hairbrush.
Here, she said, handing it to me,
Go grow yourself a new dad.
I GO BACK TO NOVEMBER 1989
After Sharon Olds
I see them in that shared hospital room—
my father shifting in the visitor chair, his fingers
twitching, he’s craving a smoke, but is hopeful
they’ll reach a decision before he goes;
my mother reclines on the thin twin bed, the legs
in front of her feel heavy, like bolts of fabric,
though the anaesthetic has almost worn off.
Tentatively she touches the bandages below
her bellybutton. Does she miss me in there?
Does the area ache? In an incubator down the hall
I am still building a set of lungs and can’t ask
these questions. My imagination paints
the walls spearmint green, the linoleum pink
with a brown pattern. From behind a curtain,
a stranger’s machine beeps like a metronome
marking off the minutes, hours—soon, days—
their daughter has lived without a name.
Sarah?
my mother says, but before she’s finished
the two syllables, my father shakes his head.
My mother crosses it off the list. I will not
be Sarah. Not Colleen. Not Lauren. Not Ashley.
Not Lucy with diamonds. Or wonderland Alice.
Unlike the parents in Olds’s poem, these people
are not kids. They are not dumb. Or innocent.
They dated for a while, then broke up
and had other loves. In the late autumns
of their thirties, they met again and thought,
Sure, why not. I might be getting it wrong.
Maybe that’s not exactly how it happened.
Still, they are old for first-time parents.
My father’s hair is already brushed with grey;
I’ll never remember it brown. Maybe they know
they’ll get no second go at this naming business,
so they take their time. My father wanders outside
for his smoke, glances at me through a window
on his way. As the cold prairie air revives him,
does he consider how his daughter arrived
early and sudden as an ice storm, leaving
behind a quiet and glimmering aftermath?
And what is my mother thinking as a nurse
wheels me into the room