I step
out of the car
on to the
concrete floor
…another
job interview…
conscious of my
collared shirt
choking
stifling
feeling
too
r
e
spect
able
* yelling *
I look be-
hind
to the sound
of a man
in his 20’s,
short…wiry,
an intense
physical
presence…
* angry *
he’s been in some fights…
maybe lost a few
…crazy enough
to have won some too…
a
n
d
he’s walking beside a short thin girl
who looks alone,
her crooked smile
mis-aligning the bottom half of her face…
she’s floating in the cloud of her dreams
and he’s…
yelling
screaming
more…
…agitated…
with each
and
every step…
she
floats…
lost in a land
away from this / his madness…
floating to a place
where dreams come true
???
not crashing
smashing
screaming
floating
d
o
w
n
dundas street in fucking london ontario
and he’s…
getting louder
hysterical
raging
more ferocious
with each
and
every step…
…she floats…
her life
stationary,
waiting
for the dream
to
* fucking *
take hold…
he
rages
she
floats
to the entrance
of Citi Plaza
he slams down his
tiny bike
he’s been carrying
to the
concrete floor
they
float
into
the plaza
and
a big dose of
trouble
I float
with trepidation
to another interview
another chance
another opportunity
another possibility
I feel
misaligned
with my
collared shirt,
feeling
less alive
than
crystal meth
lovers…
floating
d
o
w
n
dundas street in fucking london ontario.
September 2nd & 3rd, 2017