Wednesday, March 31, 2010

high five!


apparently, we kick ass.


well done to my partner in crime. you and me forever baby.


Monday, March 29, 2010

madness


it always seems
its the fool that knows
where and when
the sidewalks end.


Sunday, March 28, 2010

two days and counting.


two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days two days

Monday, March 22, 2010

i loved that subway station


trains in
trains out
trains in
trains out
the wind rushes by
with the excited flutter
ruffled
as my hair.

world traveller.


yes, those are my feet in an airport washroom.

Monday, March 8, 2010

pack rat.

and i'm taking you with me.
across the world.
crawl in my suitcase.
pack with me.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

black eye/


lips
the same colour as your heart
teeth
dull against my flesh
eyes
alive with fatigue
and a cat
who runs away
when you need something to snuggle.
photograph by aaron caven

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

I surrender:



i surrender to the words,
bitter and stale,
the taste left in our mouths
by colloquial speech.
i surrender to the dresses,
worn over and over,
the same on each body,
none of them fancy.
i surrender to the shoes,
already walked in,
and follow the path previously taken.
i surrender to the society,
that tells me i can't be,
two things at once,
a leader and a woman.
i surrender to the girl,
already broken and crying,
of old news and old mistakes.
i surrender to the boy,
again, the highest bidder.
but i surrender:

and repeat.