Earlier today after you finished practicing
I asked
if you were kissing anyone
You kept talking about your Japanese guitars
stuck in customs
So I asked again
And I knew even before asking and we still came together
Walking through the wet February night a kind of
deja-vu
Time decomposing in the sidewalk slush
as our planet continued her metamorphosis
So that when I hear
An other-worldly Armenian flute
I cannot move
Because every cell in my body
Is spinning like a Sufi
Bullet poems about lesbian love
I am at the Shoppers Drug Mart on Mount Pleasant
Wandering through the cosmetic isles
on Friday nights
Dua Lipa’s Go Houdini
My sister and I are in my bedroom with Ms. Vicky's Jalapeños
Dancing in front of the mirror like we’re on Electric Circus
Twin Monica Deols
A children’s story about the first steps on the moon
Written by a symphony orchestra musician who uses a mobility scooter
Like the one I found on Facebook marketplace
My dad whizzing beside us on our lockdown walks
Bring on the Clowns so sweet
I am 6 years old reading the Free to Be You and Me that my mom gave me
to my 6 year old daughter and my 6 year old son
It’s alright to cry crying gets the sad out
A fleeting harmonica solo
I am at the cabin by the river that we almost built
together swinging on the front porch conversing
with the stars
Another poem about squirrels in the forest performing open heart surgery with pine needles in double breasted tweed
I am standing beside Ren Ki as he transplants cardiomyocytes into a pig
In the old Charlie Conacher wing of the Toronto General Hospital
Now known as MaRS
More poems about sleeping and waking, rooting and flying,
adulting and dreaming
I see the woman my daughter is
becoming majestic
She teleports by TTC and lands just in time
To see you
And my son playing
music together
Again gentle
men
I am grateful for
the disorientation
Each of us trans-configuring
each other with each other
here in this meeting place
that houses a multiverse of pasts presents futures endlessly
emerging merging reemerging kaleidoscopic
constellations I am
Nudged
into a new orbit
At Open Mic Night
at the Toronto Reference Library
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