Queen of Swords

April 21, 2017

I felt the tension and jagged release of your mind.

My Knight of Cups. Your young face, forever beautiful. The knot at my centre tightens.

Black March

March 19, 2016

These days have heavy skies, gutters backlogged with drowning worms, horrible pregnant crayfish making their insistent way. The wind changes direction and the sky is pink at the edges.

I remember you when the seasons change. It’s lucky I don’t have the choice, because I would give everything, anyone, my life, to talk to you again.

On that yellow bike

January 15, 2015

I wish I knew/remembered the name of the one you took that night. What name in crude black paint it had. I’m sorry on the painted over Norco with the whitewalls I didn’t reach back to you. How much fuckery was I supposed to take?

Your Father

November 24, 2014

Your father doesn’t know why, a dozen years later. I have an answer he can’t receive. Our losses barely resemble each other.

Love

June 5, 2014

Memories I know are not my own and yet I myself see her, crazy little elf in sock feet, fine hair lit by grey plasma from the hall light behind. I see the ceiling I wrote on through your eyes while you lay there.

We exchanged memories. The thoughts of one body were transferred to another.

Too young to know what means such reckless magic.

Searching

May 15, 2014

No search can emerge you now. The old content rearranges itself, never revealing anything. I’ll never find anything.

September 8, 2013

I didn’t mean it, baby.

September 6, 2013

An October night, my first night with them, the first night I hardly thought of you, you left me a message before throwing your wallet from the Bloor Viaduct.

That rancid summer, the summer you rode those yellow community bicycles, we climbed to the top of the malt plant with a couple of other people.

Whole Days

June 10, 2013

Go by and I don’t think of you.  But then I’m reminded by a colour.  I wear it and the perfume you used to wear.

Small Town Living

March 19, 2013

I live on top of a hill where I can be alone.  My new plastic vacuum cleaner leaves tidy plush lines and the stove has never been turned on.  My bedroom is as hot as I like and go to bed early and sweat through the night.  It feels like something bad will happen any minute and I’ll lose it all.