I like knowing where others have been. A woman’s perfume that lingers. The faint trace of a cigar, long-extinguished. It makes me think about all of the lives I may never know. All of the hearts I may never touch. This morning I woke to a stretching sun. A ball of bleached blues and sherbet… Continue reading Oh, my heart. My heart.
I am seventeen years old. My hair is very long, and its natural chestnut brown fights a never-ending battle against the bottle red I desperately want to be. My sister is fifteen years old. She also has long hair, much thicker than mine, into which the sun has burnt beautiful blond streaks, evenly, so that… Continue reading These summer nights
I am eighteen. It’s summer. I have just finished a closing shift and am walking home because I have no patience to sit around and wait for the night bus. My legs are tired after eight hours on my feet, but walking feels good; I am exorcising the ache from my limbs. The sidewalk is… Continue reading To the night, to the trees
When I was in grade five, I was singled out as a “gifted” student. Because of this, I was shipped off every Thursday to room 320, in order to spend the day away from my friends with the biggest losers I had ever met. (Or at least the biggest losers in my highly-evolved eleven-year old… Continue reading I can be your hero baby