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Someone once said to me, “it gets better.” I laughed at them, because they assumed it hadn’t already. This is my happy, maybe it just isn’t yours.
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Stay tuned for another poem from Legacy: After Porridge Here are the latest poems: Smiles, Shortage
Smiles: A Poem from Legacy: After Porridge
Smiles If my smiles are painted on, As you say they are, Then wet paint would colour your lips when you kissed me. I will admit, though, That my skin sparkles and shines When your lips touch mine, Like the aura of a fresh coat. - An excerpt from Legacy: After Porridge The sequel to... Continue Reading →
Day Off, Off Day
There's a woman on the subway with a can opener And a fork. She watches me eat rice cakes And our eyes lock at Ossington Station, Then at Keele, Then Royal York. She takes a can of tuna from her purse and opens it. It usually rains in April, but this year it rains in... Continue Reading →
End of the Month: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
"I'd be good to you," he says to me over bites of sushi and spilled soy sauce. "I'm good to me," I tell him and stare down at my roll. I hopped off a bus less than an hour ago to visit a city I had once been so connected to. The boy I am... Continue Reading →
Happiness
My smile and yours; the upturned corners of a mouth I know so well.The colour of the sky when the night before was long, Never-ending, memorable, and perfect. When the phone rings and it's my mom. The smell of my house: poignant and piercing,It welcomes me home. Meaningful words from poets I feel like I knew. Happiness.
Happiness: Last Day
My legs are in between his; I press my palms onto his desk and slowly raise my body until I’m sitting in front of him. “We can’t do this anymore,” he says. And I inhale slowly then bite down on my lip. He says this a lot. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” but for some... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 