“the meltdown” by Sasha at her desk


Friday September 16, 2016
6:42pm
5 minutes
The Globe And Mail
September 16, 2016



We don’t know that it’s started. We sleep in our plush beds, with our feather pillows and our wool socks. We snore and turn from back to belly to back. We don’t know that around us the mountains are melting, the rocks are turning to water. The city will float soon, our bed, above our house, above the tree where we buried three cats and two dogs. We don’t know that people are panicked, rushing and packing and crying and shouting. The phone lines collapse and the TVs are static.

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“the meltdown” by Sasha at her desk