Nighttime sighs her last goodbyes,
Sweet sunlight trickles in.
I've never moved my arm so fast,
This alarm makes such a din.
My muscles ache, my eyelids burn,
Don't ask about my head.
If I must do this every day–
I wish that I…
Your friend cried because she was too busy to get sick,
you dropped everything and crossed the room to kiss her forehead.
I longed to catch her cold
and wished I knew how to cry.
Your taxi never came because I got the…
The letter I should have wrote to Mr. Christianson: Thank you for going to bat for me, for bending the rules, for talking the principal into letting me graduate even though technically, I had too many absences, for seeing my talent and…
In Nanaimo, I take a cab to work.
I spend the midnight shift serving subs, Japa-dogs,
and gourmet poutine, to the slurring, swaying,
bar crowd crying out for more pickles, less pickles,
no onions, more sauce please, this isn’t what I…