The light floods across your skin like it owns you.
Taking over your dark spaces like I never could.
Somewhere lurked a pattern that I didn’t find until it was too late..
The storm came in, thrashing all of our windows,
wetting our curtains
and extending its hands around our throats..
“You’re not exactly a great welcoming party,” it yelled.
Your hair fell out of place and struck your cheek.
You cracked a smile and I stared, wondering if I could love you.
If I should love you.
We’re always chasing something that we have no right to own.
This morning a friend and I got up early and checked out some yard sales. Goose Bay is famous (amongst the coast crowd, myself included) for yard sales in the summer and fall. I got some real gems this time, I absolutely love old jewellery, the older the better. You’ll see some pics below.
It also got to 23’c which is rare this time of year for this part of the province, so that meant that the bike had to come out. I went for an extended ride through the trail systems behind the area of town where I live and it was awesome. The only thing that would have made it better would have been some company.
not necessarily in love – but knitted with purpose.
These streets and buildings turn us inside out,
put rot in our heads.
We are solid in our bones and in our ways.
and separating at Atlas C1.
Trying to conceal our humanity
Do not forget how it’s done
You can borrow my pen if you need to understand
the anatomy of ink.