In this new series, we will begin publishing unpublished poems by prominent Canadian poets, young and old. For our first entry, we have “The Konami Code” by Mathew Henderson which is featured in his upcoming collection Roguelike out with Anansi Press this Spring. A review is forthcoming.
THE KONAMI CODE
Was it a Dark Souls note that told me how to tap
the ups and downs and ups and downs against
my thigh until my thigh began to tap them back?
Or was it Jessica, who loved me, who taught me
to unclasp my heart, so it would not fly away but sit,
bent-winged and beating b, a, b, a? Who read Salinger
as I slept until the Glass kids appeared in my dreams,
stood beside my father on the Hillsborough Bridge
in his thirties, when he talked a woman out of jumping?
Was it when Franny turned at the edge of the bridge,
The NPCs are dying! And my dad, who had never saved
anyone in his life, grabbed me at the back of my neck,
said We’re all dying, boy! My sister says that for years
she’s surfaced after every dive in the closet of my room
in Horton Park just after my first panic attack left me limp
on the floor. Even now, after a swim, she drips over
to my body and presses her fingers left-right-left-right
into my sternum, like she could maybe bruise me
well and young enough to seed the sequence.
Like by now, I might wake to find a life unlocked.
By Mathew Henderson
MATHEW HENDERSON’s first book, The Lease, was a finalist for both the Trillium Book Award for Poetry and the Gerald Lampert Memorial Award. Henderson earned an M.F.A. from the University of Guelph and has poems published in The Walrus, Brick, Maisonneuve, and Best Canadian Poetry.