Dead clock turns to parts;
Anguished faces,
Leering at smashed mirrors.

I think of time, ticking;
And the core, pounding.
And you; are you embarrassed?

There is never, never a word.

-s

Toronto, January 2023

She was untangling her dreadlocks with her tiny fingers before riding Bus 56.  Last night, she threw up all her desires and glitters in the hazy solace of the corner. 

River Lee was her final destination.  

-s

Toronto, January 2023