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Protected: POEM: “Those Drinkers” — And, Drinker #5, my Healer for my sensuality and giving nature / Be it only three weeks, my maternal side awakened and real –

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Protected: POEM: “The Drinker #5” –I said to the Universe: ‘HVAC, engineer, truck’ as my list. / Kind of silly but I had no hope, couldn’t give a shit.

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Protected: POEM: “The Drinker #4” — And my heart hardened “another alcoholic” / I walked steadfast to get home before him.

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Protected: POEM: “The Drinker #3” — I vowed never to talk to him after that tragic afternoon surprise / Where I nearly lost all my life memories in boxes left at his high rise.

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Protected: POEM: “The Drinker #2” — And so we stayed together, and my Mom said: / It was both of us were dumbasses “but never do that to my daughter again.”

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Protected: POEM: “The Drinker #1” — And I counted the days he was hungover / And I finally gave him an ultimatum:

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POEM: “Because Montreal and the Irish Pub.” — ‘You need to get out more I think.’

Because Montreal and the Irish Pub. Because I was already beaming full I was Just a trip to the Jean Talon And the Jean-Coutu Can set my heart aflame in warmth Because I am in Montreal was what it was. Because I saw a Guinness board On St Laurent and the wood of the Irish […]

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POEM: “Book ends” — Oh wow can timing be off / Meeting at the wrong time for my confidence

Book ends. He offered to take me for sushi in Soho “I know a nice place,” he said in slow-mo. Drunk, stupid. I didn’t hear him. But he offered to bring me sushi at McGill. “I’ll bring you dinner,” he said to eat on a bench. Excited, receiving, I ate it, full. They both know […]

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POEM: “Set It Off” — To set it off without exploding it.

Set It Off I want to race for the splash of scotch on the rocks and my chocolates! I want to tell you about it. Discuss cheesy songs. Hear about the dresses And the sushi boxes And the jogs, the camel toes And anything elses. I want to just walk in the mall, looking. Consider […]

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POEM: “These Regal Men” — And I took a train home feeling boyish / and hair wild without my leather purse.

These Regal Men These regal men dressed in suit pants Like my Dad. And sharp shoes. The Italian I dated like Vincent Cassel. This one’s umbrella – like London. And you in your grey suit. “Every man needs a good suit.” These regal men dressed in black coats Like my Dad. And the umbrella. And […]

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