Sylvie Hill

When You Crash The Company Truck If he could only see what I saw when he swung open the door Tall, proud, satchel bag from work, in command and clear-headed not stoned. You’ve so much potential! And you were so proud showing me around! But in the aftermath I saw it was not about me, […]

How Soon, Now? Oh, the honour we pay, the grave path we pave. Paved: with the regular walk of doubts of finding love again so – we stay. Sat on benches, staring at rocks, dead bodies beneath them “Come alive!” “Come alive!” We say. Go away, you say to them. For it they never met […]

Messenger (Happiness) My dear, you don’t understand “happiness!” You expect so damn much from it! You want it to stay on, to stay put to never leave your side like a satchel that keeps banging your thigh… Do you wear this purse to bed?! In the shower, or in the garden?! Why do you insist […]

And I Will Go With Flow It has been a very, very long while since I’ve felt anxiety. And in bed tonight upon retiring was its memory. I thought of your beautiful white face And thin body on Queen Mary Street And your apron when you cooked us dinner As I watched Three’s Company. 1982 […]

Starlight Holies All those boys of many nights – trophies But the few who got inside – my holies. Holy art thou who made their way in. Savoured by my flavour for these bearded men. All treated entry as sacred. Except the last one, which explains my fate therein. The only one with whom there […]

Ode To My Incense (…and when?) Tonight I burn a small stick of incense lavender, from the Montreal shop of herbs. It burns in a wooden casing bought from her in Wakefield as a gift for my birthday, many years. It reminds me she wanted her man so much so that she video-oh’d him daily […]

CEMENT (BÊTE ON) Affinity. Undercurrent. Hello two words from where did you come? I never said what I felt for him was love. But affinity suggested kinship in marriage. And undercurrent reckons romantic intention. Ah, but I dreamt of you last night for the second time in my life. And just as I was then […]

Computes My God! What is it about your Broken English and your atrocious expression and you’re unreliable half-assed attempts to see us? “Could be nice” this my ass, with the dog or the Bar de Courcelle shouting the orders to: “come right now !” and: “of course I miss you.” If you had only a […]

Oh,You Gorgeous Man! You gorgeous man, you got me thinking by pulling us through two cars across the street and into the alley like Coronation Street or Duluth just to fucking see a quaint tuckaway park in Ville Marie on the way to the fake beach with real fireworks that set off as I didn’t […]

In Our Fake Empire Your truck. You turned it up the volume quite loud summer sound. But not before kissing me. So tenderly. Your black hair growing long silver-laced sprouting out from under the Mao cap. And, your dark, young eyes looking at me with surprise that you were this: in love. That I looked […]