Tuesday, December 22, 2015 at R Squared Cafe
Overheard on Gerrard St.
the sun peeks and i am reminded of the
grandmothers in the congo raising their grandchildren
girls and boys a generation removed
the wedge of hunger and dis
i buy a pair of expensive boots i can’t
and wear them and then they hurt my feet
my calf engaged more muscle more fire more
want more more more
a kiss tattooed on a neck
arms overflowing with
the saccharine aftertaste of
i find a card from my father’s mother
“merry christmas sasha!
i hope this finds you well.”