city of stars

You always thought that I didn't remember you but you never struck me as conventional Always syncopated musings questioning You have an aliveness that scares me gives me impulses like a sparrow head always in motion alert body always off the ground Getting to your apartment a meditative journey on the brink of possibilities I would take this tiny thread with me south on bathurst so I could keep you just a little bit There are others here walking distance that have lived here but your memory competes with and wins my attention like magnets in my lips and bones I am drawn to your apartment just a little more west

[Another ode to the TTC and other tenuous relations] From one and to the other I travel moved to break all his strongholds memories are not his for the taking I need to paint over this mural circa 2005 to make space for my fluttery heart swinging in the wind with a whisper from your lips so much still contained because I know I should be dressed in black protocol demands it but under my veil I am singing and laughing how demonic to be in love again too soon too close to the wounds closer still I hold my hands to the hearth let them burn just a little like little slivers from your hairline hold that pose or that pose or any pose Remind me that my heart will not be silenced