Payphone, College and Ossington

Every time she has a new wound: first,
the line was nearly severed like a tendon,
from a mean yank or wild lasso swing.
Then her neck was broken, hanging
together by the multicoloured insides,
keeping the connection intact – just barely.
The next day somebody had wrapped
it up neat with black stick tape, so if you
weren’t looking you could hardly notice,
or say it was a clumsiness, a slip. And
yesterday, a bandage beige like a
bonnet wound round her head, fresh.

Bench, Trinity Bellwoods Park

September 20, 2008

Seated safely back from the precipice he

blessed me with the universal sign of the

cross with the hush of his mother tongue

Seated safely back from the precipice he

cursed me with the universal sign of the

cross with the hush of his mother tongue

the cut was between the ear and the mouth

triaged with black electrical tape

reminded me of hockey sticks but

you couldn’t see the scars

Bench, New Mexico

September 7, 2008

“a bench painted this colour gazes out where no one would particularly care to look.”

-Roo Borson, Personal History

Blue green blue green blue green green.
Green blue green blue green blue blue blue.
Yellow? Yellow? What about everybody likes yellow.

Blue, yellow, yellow or blue.
Blue blue yellow yellow blue.

Green, we started with green.
Let’s revisit green. Greenreenreenreen.

For Godsakes anything but blue.