or moka to savour the moment.
Picked the rasberry swirl as a metaphor
for my life. No one here knows who
I am and seriously though
I am no one they even care to meet.
And the gentleman across staring at my boobs
is enjoying the view.
I am in town of Mont Royal for two more days, and just when the barrista got to know my name, I have to run.
These studies prove that Montreal is so unique
and dying. I told my real estate agent
a few things and she quotes me now.
She is inviting me into her life.
I am the only one who
knows her photocopying code at the office.
I would have been a great secretary with my Virgo skills. She loves me too much because I showed her my scars.
I had everything to lose
and I did it anyway. I could negotiate
like a poet, and I will stay on the phone for forty-five minutes
discussing the realization
of my dream and her commission.
Bargain while my family sleeps
pace my balcony
and cry in secret
holding it all together
I am sitting here
observing time and people
wishing you would
walk through the sun
like a God
but the only thing
that time proves
is that you can’t go back.