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Dreams come true


That place on earth where flowers bloom on ice

is a paradise for dreamers. That place on earth

we almost met is a cul de sac for lovers.

I took my breaths deeply then, now I can breathe

in increments. I could have been a mermaid if

I loved to swim

but staring at the ocean

is my favorite other place on earth

and all my dreams come true

when I take in its beauty

look up at the sky stoned

on the afternoon’s delight.

 

In my parent’s village

my cousin with the exact same name

dragged me out the window

as we avoided the chickens

to run fast.

Her boyfriend drove so fast down the mountain

I thought my lamb and potatoes

would leave a mark in his car.

His friend kept touching my shoulder

for the past week.

He had these dark eyes

but his soul looked empty.

He said I was a beautiful Americana

I said I was Canadian

(for the tenth time)

I rolled my eyes

woke up from the bullshit lies

and walked back to my aunt’s house.

Where are you going? my cousin

shouted out of the car window.

For a walk in the mountain, I replied.

I was only thirteen.

 

 

 

 

By Christina Strigas

Christina Strigas is a Canadian poet, raised by Greek immigrants, and has written three poetry books. Her latest, Love & Vodka, has been featured by CBC Books in, “Your Ultimate Canadian Poetry List: 68 Poetry Collections Recommended by you.”
LOVE & METAXA, her fourth poetry book is coming out May 25, 2021.
In her spare time, Christina enjoys foreign cinema, reading the classics, and cooking traditional Greek recipes that have been handed down from her grandmother.

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