The Other Side of the World

The ice-city herself (between a swishy Christmas and a straining New Year) eclectically presented:

A large elegant dog to lust over (only in the sense that it’s large and elegant and I want it standing watchfully over my door)

Institutions of meat & smoke & frenzied eating amongst the elbows of strangers (and industriously large kosher pickles and deep purple sloshes of wondrous, rare, black cherry cola)

and charming clusters of grey vermin backdropping for the skiiers on Mt. Royal

I must say. . . I like it a lot better when I don’t have to write exams with snow in my shoes*

*pysch exam at McGill circa Dec 2004

** nous sommes tous montrealais = banner campaign in the city attempting to soothe the english/french friction meaning – ‘we are all montrealers’

A whole round, swollen, bursting, voluptuous year. . .

19 take offs and landings please
let that be a not-repeated record

8 steaming, bewildered new heads

2 very different sets of what these words mean. . . .

friends, school, jobs, cars, winter, home

chips

And I must say -

I love my world. Both sides of it.
How they fit together in a confusing jumble of incongruency suddenly matters less,
And what matters more

is that I can stretch happily awake between warm tangles of sheets
is that I have an amazing life

is that it gets more complicated, and more wonderful

from every side

of the world, of the year

and apparently KT Tunstall has decided to write just for this blog

Other Side of the World