Jude Goodwin, Canadian Poet

Jude Goodwin

She uses the personal to translate the universal.

Every Time

Every Time

Do you have stars
in your mouth?

she asks
and I laugh,
she's never tasted
winter like I have,
midnights that linger
for days. Yes,
I tell her. Come see.

Will there be breath?
For a while, I whisper
and blow on her hands,
but you will sing
and the aurora lights
will walk across the ice.

She lets me
put my hands on her.
Will I die? her hair
like snow.
Yes.  I tell her.
Every time.

This is a little poem I wrote when I was first coming out and wondering what it might be like to kiss a woman. It was published on Lily Lit Review which is now defunct.

Since then it's been republished all over the internet by blogs, pinterest, instagram - in pieces, intact, sometimes rewritten to include a 'he' - one tumbler has over 11 thousand 'notes'. People discuss it, make artwork out of it - what is it about this poem?

Rodent Ulcer

The rising song of you

The rising song of you