comme des fille
i sit in a Comrags onesie black with perfect seaming a la Miuccia Prada
it gives pointy boobs to anyone over 13 later on Dundas St. named for
Henry the slave trader i enter the temple of citygirl cool
doors closing forever at 8pm tonight there is a store in west Toronto
all my changes were there colourful windows behind the stars yellow
citymoon on the rise
fabrics more voluminous now as oldbroads age (hey i’m from the 50’s)
3/4 sleeves dropwaists husband’s falling like flies now begins the time
of existing without our slain heroes all our friends are dead said Pete
(now quite arthritic…go know!)
42 years of froufrou these daze denizens deshabille +flirty as we enter a
time of liminality the Reap winks we herd in for the grande finale don’t be
bitter old holyfool just lie back +be proud you wore Canadian eh
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Fall 2025 ..(not so) poetic vitreous detachment on the walk home..
oh bartleby oh humanity
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