Slow, and steady on a Tuesday afternoon.

It's all in the little things we keep; the simple things.

These past few months haven't been about plans, or to-do lists. It has been about the random days, and evenings I've spent with two, maybe three individuals I feel truly honoured to call friends.

I think I'm begining to think of this city as home.




Thank you.

Wednesday afternoon

It's funny really, I thought you were someone who didn't care what other people thought. But infact, that's all you care about. I tried to tell you about my past, but you said you would rather be left in the dark about it. I was worried, but fine with it.

Broken romances, are broken for a reason. The very fact that I even tried with you, is a new concept for me. People had been noticing that I was blushing at even the mention of your name. I thought it was a good sign. But, people also warned me about you.

I probably should have listened.

Toronto's first pay-as-you-go washroom?

Located at Queen's Quay, and Rees Street.

25 cents per use.

20 minute time limit.

New haven for the homeless?

friday, early afternoon

just daydreaming...

sunday afternoon.

sometimes, i feel like i have really messed things up.
i can never predict what's going to happen next..

but a weekend like this, tends to make everything feel alright again.

wednesday morning.

i'm thinking back to when we were young
and eating donuts
with a set of plastic vampire teeth
that we were passing back and fourth.
we weren't so young as to
think a dog was a horse.
nor were we old enough yet to name
the cold purpose of musical chairs.
we were like-minded spirits
ekeing out a rhythm
whispering transmissions
through wet winter mittens.
growing up on toboggan hill
nothing was material.

i'm thinking back to when we were young
if only to find out
forensically
what it was
we used to
want.

my parents told me i could have a little bird.
they told me to behave & if i did they would bring one home.
& i would put it in a beautiful gold cage lined on the bottom with yesterday's newspapers,
always yesterdays,
'cause i would change them everyday.

already there was a little bird i wanted,
small & brown, he sat outside the kitchen window sometimes.
he didn't sing, not noisy & brightly coloured.
i loved him.
if you broke up your sandwich crusts & left them on the sill he would always come for them.

i wouldn't lock you up small & brown! i would let you fly around our house
& bring you sandwich crusts, always.
but you would remember me, you would!

you would fly right down next to my eye
& give me a stare so strong that i would just know right away how much you loved me.

he would have been such a perfect bird & i was sure to be on my best behaviour always.
i even forgot about biting my fingernails.
but they brought home a different bird.
it was yellow & had a funny name.

they told me small & brown birds were only for looking at.
i started eating my sandwich crusts again.
this bird made too much noise & i hated it.


i want this one.