July 2012
47 posts
“l’os et le bleu des questions
froler le territoire de quand j’etais...”
– musee de l’os et de l’eau, nicole brossard
(i’ve really gotta figure out how to put accents from my blackberry…desole.)
feelgood #8
lady friend just called me ‘fearless.’
venus in cancer
‘sometimes i just want a plan; i don’t know where to put my heart.’
dear montreal,
at first your advances were sort of lovely and timely, but the man accosting me at 630am in the metro was a bit of a bold move. i thought you were getting gutsy with the man who followed me into the supermarket to ask for my phone number, or the dude who only stopped sitting beside me in the park when he joked that my big jealous boyfriend might appear any minute and i...
spectramour
my new lover calls me ‘little ghost.’
he says, ‘people have been unkind to you.’
he says, ‘how have you survived this long?’
‘you are too beautiful to be alive.’
i tell him of the ways i have tried to die, erase myself, find my way back to nothing. i tell him how i used to be so tired, each awakening a bitter reacquaintance with a world in...
this place is displa/cement
it’s an ability to read more, perhaps further, not distance, but into. rafters and corridors and support beams beneath concrete. old plumbing, stressed electrical wires, lovers’ graffiti.
perhaps the tall buildings still make me anxious because all i used to know was horizon. a determinant of possibility, the facts of here being always elsewhere. my parents built the house, hence i...
saw a dirty punk on the metro with a tattoo on his upper right arm of a hydro pole uncannily like mine, and a cigarette burn on his left arm exactly like mine.
if he hadn’t been so fucking wasted, we perhaps would have fallen in love.
oh, montreal.
improvements
now i can fool people into thinking that i speak french, until they ask me a question really fast as if i speak french.
the improvement is that they look surprised instead of annoyed when i revert to english.
SO MANY FEELINGS RE: MONTREAL
residence lyfe
when half the population of the party floor gets stuck in the elevator.
COME ON KATE
goddamnit. re: post below/bossyfemme responses. and i’m not on internet where i can edit it properly.
i totally erased genderqueers & other non-binary folk in original post/response. what a jerk move. my terrible.
PLZ FLIRT W ME ANYWAY.
U R IN MY DREAMS.
