The Model

When I made funny faces
and the boys laughed
at me naturally

I thought
they were laughing
with me for so long

When I thought
to show off my ballet skills
to help them understand

my saute they laughed
but I wasn’t making a face

I wasn’t normal
my brain still doesn’t
process what IS
in time with the world

then they told me to move
off the couch
told me I wasn’t worthy

when i bit back
they called me out
as a dog

and then they labeled
me The Model
for not knowing my place
in the backround

i tried to get smaller
but my mouth wouldn’t
listen she was so pissed
but I wasn’t ready yet

words came without confedence
so the bigger
the louder my mouth
became the smaller I felt

I’m still fighting this war
against my mouth
for talking before my body

and against my body
for thinking she should
be backround

and so
to breathe


Bubbles on the Rocks

I thought I would know
after high school on a plane to Calgary
tears hidden inside my bucket hat
further then I’d ever been from friends and family

I thought I would know
when I met folks kinda like me
fuelled my search with beer and cigarettes
just like everyone I leaned on to see

All I really know
as my hair turns grey I get glimpses of me
but she says things I can’t understand
so I sabotage her with bubbles on the rocks

I thought I would know
when I got married
When I had children
a house, a car, two cats
Things that define what it means to be a grown up

All I really know
is some of that is me
and when I listen to the voice
that guides my pen, my feet and my knife
I notice the love I have
for the love in my privileged life

And I’ll take it all
With bubbles on the rocks

Over for the first time

I didn’t see the vacuum as it
sucked out all the air from my body
when you sat at the end of my bunk bed
to define us.

You used murky absolutes and flailing doubt
as my lungs grew sticky
my heart double beat, I flushed
I felt like I had just tested
a battery with my tongue
I wanted to recoil and spit
out the fact I had ever known you.

I tried to remain calm but the anger!
It seeped though my blood and
I could feel it drip off my skin
for 5 minutes I became
predictably insane.

When I finished we were overcome
by an underwhelming silence
then he left and it was over
for the first time.

I wrote the first daft of this piece in my early 20’s. It’s been bugging me ever since, I like this version….for now

Imperfectly perfect in every way


Imperfectly perfect humans
free to play make believe
self-assured and questioning
ready for their world uniquely

Imperfectly perfect humans
presented to the end
of innocence when they become
aware of judgement as we grind
them though the we’re-all-the
same-o-meter otherwise
know as school

Imperfectly perfect humans
taught to fear failure
lost the sound of their own voice
over the volume of media
reflected off the face of those
who care for them the most

Imperfectly perfect humans
frustrated by a future
of “terrorism” and “danger”
emulate the anger
translate it to stoney resentment