Tuesday, December 2, 2008

again

i watch him
disappear in the distance
and I don’t miss him that much
because I can still
taste him on my lips
and smell him on my sweater
knowing that in a week’s time
i’ll see him again
i’ll see him
i’ll see
i’ll

but when I can’t kiss his lips
and no longer smell him on my sweater
my not missing him
turns into me wanting to
see him

and yes
i’ll see him again
see him
see
se
s

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

getting there

I
run
catch the 91
sit. read brontë.

yonge/finch
take the subway
south to bloor
sit. read, but really daydream about him.

bloor/yonge
eastbound
sit. forget to read. count the minutes till

waiting for the 12
kingston road next stop
book in backpack. his lips greet mine

everything missing
is whole again

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Chitchat

Being here brings back memories
Of a young man I sat beside
In Monday morning lecture halls
And stole away to dark corners
At the call of the school bell –

Yes, he allowed me to run off
With him, steal him away
From the crowd
Preoccupied with talking
Weekend plans and marks on exams
(Perhaps he liked the mystery)

We’d sit in stairwells
Or in the basement of old buildings
And talk -- talk
About everything and anything
Only to know that when we
Said goodbye, I’d come back
Next Monday
For more

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Monday, September 15, 2008

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Friday, September 5, 2008

Saturday, January 5, 2008