“X&Z” by Sasha at High Park


Thursday June 6, 2013
3:54pm
5 minutes
from a sign on Harbord

It was a funny sort of morning. The sort of morning when the sky looks purple and the ducks are flying south, honking their way where you wish you were going. It was a funny sort of morning. The sort of morning where you wake, tangled in dreams of shark bites, gasping for breath and glad, for once, that you’re alone. It was a funny sort of morning. The sort of morning, when you long for a watermelon all to yourself, and no interruptions as you spit the seeds out your window onto the street below. It was a funny sort of morning. The sort of morning when you are compelled to call you old best friend, who you haven’t spoken to in seven years, who is pregnant with twins and lives on the prairies, with the big sky and a cow or two. It was a funny sort of morning. The sort of morning where you laugh at your own reflection in the mirror, a little cross-eyed, hair like hay, looking more and more like you crazy uncle who sends you e-mail chain letters every day or two, who hasn’t been to the doctor in three decades, who lost touch with everyone but you.