Protected: POEM: “The Drinker #3” — I vowed never to talk to him after that tragic afternoon surprise / Where I nearly lost all my life memories in boxes left at his high rise.
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Protected: POEM: “The Drinker #2” — And so we stayed together, and my Mom said: / It was both of us were dumbasses “but never do that to my daughter again.”
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Read more »Protected: POEM: “The Drinker #1” — And I counted the days he was hungover / And I finally gave him an ultimatum:
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Read more »POEM: “Because Montreal and the Irish Pub.” — ‘You need to get out more I think.’
Because Montreal and the Irish Pub. Because I was already beaming full I was Just a trip to the Jean Talon And the Jean-Coutu Can set my heart aflame in warmth Because I am in Montreal was what it was. Because I saw a Guinness board On St Laurent and the wood of the Irish […]
Read more »POEM: “Book ends” — Oh wow can timing be off / Meeting at the wrong time for my confidence
Book ends. He offered to take me for sushi in Soho “I know a nice place,” he said in slow-mo. Drunk, stupid. I didn’t hear him. But he offered to bring me sushi at McGill. “I’ll bring you dinner,” he said to eat on a bench. Excited, receiving, I ate it, full. They both know […]
Read more »POEM: “Set It Off” — To set it off without exploding it.
Set It Off I want to race for the splash of scotch on the rocks and my chocolates! I want to tell you about it. Discuss cheesy songs. Hear about the dresses And the sushi boxes And the jogs, the camel toes And anything elses. I want to just walk in the mall, looking. Consider […]
Read more »POEM: “These Regal Men” — And I took a train home feeling boyish / and hair wild without my leather purse.
These Regal Men These regal men dressed in suit pants Like my Dad. And sharp shoes. The Italian I dated like Vincent Cassel. This one’s umbrella – like London. And you in your grey suit. “Every man needs a good suit.” These regal men dressed in black coats Like my Dad. And the umbrella. And […]
Read more »POEM: “The Resonance” — He could explain the same moons
The Resonance “I’ve gotta dead guy’s knee in me” he said about his fixed injury. Why did they tear down the mansions? I asked him on Sherbrooke Street. “To make room this this” as he pointed to the tall building. “Isn’t it interesting that law and right are pretty much the same word in French. […]
Read more »POEM: “Supernaturals” — Like docking a starship, he said
Supernaturals We were laughing about translations. I meant bring it on! I said. “If you want to use Bring it in on a guy, that quote would be acceptable to me. Like docking a starship,” he said. And I laughed at the random Humour not unlike it was in London Supernatural resonance A candid candor, […]
Read more »POEM: “Ripe” — Literally men have died to touch it.
Ripe “Fuck your morals I was devastated.” Rejected was his word as I tried to explain it. It was that, and circumstance. My fear. & You had a girlfriend. Best sex he ever had. “But we didn’t even fuck!” Ever try it on in mind Better than talking or touch. At 17, maybe less or […]
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