winterized thinking

my yellowed canine. a new machine part arrived by post this afternoon. new ears, new ways to mishear neighbours. i won it from the bank that funds the war. wearing spoils in my ears, scorching homes on my phone. at the corner where the trucks fill the air…

"In a station" "I saw" "a woman crying" "She stood against" "the wall" "looking dirty" "& exhausted."

Today, I awoke to the first scent of spring slipping through the open window and a message from an old friend on my phone.

last sunday, i turned 24!!!

Upon reading and, later understanding, the notice that my parents have to put my childhood home on the market, I left the dry winter heat of my old apartment to walk against cutting wind and into one of the richest neighbourhoods in Montreal.

Maybe "particular" is a better word.

I found my new coat at an off-island Renaissance in the Boutique section.

I begin the blog with the gritty noise of screws screwing into the door hinge.