Beached on my tempur-pedic foam, feet balance Pinot.
I shut the window blinds, the distant lights of Bloor Street.
This summer, I will tan through osmosis.
In an old pair of shorts I found a transfer of the 509 streetcar-
when I took those two dollar vacations to see you.
We circled downtown and Lakeshore,
you butchering lines from “Manhattan”.
Because of you I prefer Diane Keaton to Muriel Hemingway.
You know all the dogs in my neighbourhood by name;
Sadie, Zelda, Zoe, and George.
They don’t wag their tails when I jog by,
sensing your ghost running beside me.
I count the minutes until the end of August,
hands clutched on the mattress raft.
Telling my tongue vanilla tastes like sand
and looks just like suntan lotion.
I shut the window blinds, the distant lights of Bloor Street.
This summer, I will tan through osmosis.
In an old pair of shorts I found a transfer of the 509 streetcar-
when I took those two dollar vacations to see you.
We circled downtown and Lakeshore,
you butchering lines from “Manhattan”.
Because of you I prefer Diane Keaton to Muriel Hemingway.
You know all the dogs in my neighbourhood by name;
Sadie, Zelda, Zoe, and George.
They don’t wag their tails when I jog by,
sensing your ghost running beside me.
I count the minutes until the end of August,
hands clutched on the mattress raft.
Telling my tongue vanilla tastes like sand
and looks just like suntan lotion.
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| Avelynne Kang studies Creative Writing and English at Concordia University with work published in The Scum Gentry. She writes avelynnekangwrites.tumblr.com and takes selfies (ig::avelynnekang). She thinks you're cool as shit. |
