I arrived late to the party

waited two and a half hours

for a man to never show up.

The music was lame so I made

my way over to the DJ. His name

was Dany and we hit it off.

I remembered him from

a rave in Old Montreal when

I danced all night with strangers.

People remember me more

and stop me for being outrageous

but I am not a DJ, I tell them.

I am a teacher. A nod of the head

and I am labelled.

You don’t look like a teacher.


You don’t look like a human. 


No one seems to get my humor.

Sometimes not even myself.

This is what being lonely means.

One line sentences that turn

into a poem or a seed

for tomorrow’s poem.

I was supposed to write about

satellites, but it seems

I cannot stop writing about

how you are never

where I am. I imagine

the satellites are never

pointed in our direction

and when they are,

I miss my connection.


The DJ told me he wrote a book

about the genealogy of his African

tribe and turns out he is

Michael Jordan’s cousin.

I confessed I wrote a few books

and dabble in poetry. I confessed

my sins to a DJ and maybe he

will write a poem about me as I am

writing about him.


You look like a poet. 


Not sure what to make of any

of the poetry readings

I have all the intention

of attending. Not sure

I could ever be what

anyone expects.

I disappoint myself

the most.


You look upset.







  1. Fat Bottom Girl · March 14, 2016

    “One line sentences that turn

    into a poem or a seed

    for tomorrow’s poem.”

    This is how mine always come to me too.

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  2. Dustin · March 14, 2016

    I can relate to not following through on the things I want to do, and disappointing myself the most. I’m my worst critic.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. laurelwolfelives · March 14, 2016

    This was very good. I really liked the flow.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · March 15, 2016

      Thanks Laurel x

      Liked by 1 person

    • Dustin · March 15, 2016

      You had a good point there, but I am particularly hard on myself.

      Liked by 1 person

      • laurelwolfelives · March 15, 2016

        Artists are always hard on themselves and they are their worst critics. Believe me, your work is wonderful and I enjoy reading it 🙂

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  4. clinock · March 15, 2016

    Perceptive, you see where you go so clearly and with just that edge of humour that carries your words dancing down the scroll…good one Chrissy…

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · March 15, 2016

      Thank you so much for catching the nuances.


  5. The Power&The Glory · March 15, 2016

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  6. Chrissy · May 18, 2016

    Reblogged this on Christina Strigas .


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