TORONTO
TORONTO IS A BEAST LEFT IN OUR CARE
+ ONE DAY THERE WILL BE NO CALIFORNIA
Miserable Toronto hordes out in force One just
bit me White +pink blossoms fill cherry trees 1st
real day of Spring 2017 Denizens used to sneering
Sore jaws by 4pm All smiles+guffaws +being stung
by 1st bees All standing too close to me
One crushing a bee +then crushing it some more Green
juices ooze out One guy with his shirt off pigpink Poet
huddled in corner trying to make sense of Spring rites in a
city where the glarestare was invented +well honed
Once I fell on choppy ice in flowered tights +tall Doc Martens
Knee bleeding profusely 2 women pretended not to see me
laughing giddily It’s not a friendly place But today amidst
selfie-sticks +gnashing teeth the cherry pollen casts a spell
It only intensifies my anomie A woman has just tripped over
me +lays at my feet
I pretend I don’t notice as a heart shaped red stain seeps out of her
left elbow It mixes with the green juice of our first fallen bee In all
of this glorious urban insanity we put aside for a while the fact that
a pug-faced boy dictator points a SUPERBIG nuclear warhead at
California
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SPRING 2017
songanddancegirl 