"Strawman" by Vienna Claire Jeffery


we patch the worn jeans

haunt house and home

make scarecrows of ourselves

my father elects to stand in the cul-de-sac

to watch for trick-or-treaters

who’ve graduated and moved to university.

“promise you won’t ever leave me,”

she says and I stuff my legs into straw.

“mom, I’m just outside.”


Vienna Claire Jeffery is a nationally recognized slam poet currently residing on the ancestral and unceded Indigenous territories of the ʷməθkʷəy̓əm (Musqueam), sḵwx̱wú7mesh (Squamish), and sel̓íl̓witulh (Tsleil-Waututh) First Nations (Vancouver, Canada), as well as a Sociology student at the University of British Columbia and current Slam Master and previous Vice President of the UBC Slam Poetry Club. Vienna combines poetry and comedy in her writing to share her childlike wonder of all things, advocating through both performance and page the unrestricted adoration of the mundane and the importance of loving one another endlessly and entirely.

Instagram: @viennaclaire

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