warm company and
dark irish beer
concrete patios,
the view for miles.

a shuffle,
you tell me
“i don’t know when
i started breathing
again.”

i look down,
big feet in old
sneakers.
all things considered,
i think i preferred
being underwater.

a brand new world in this city meeting people again italians their blood rich and thick with the spirit and flavour of life and we have to look at our feet when we walk because the waitress can’t count and undercharged us again for our drinks which usually means we walk to the lcbo and blow the rest of our cash on forties and vodka spiked energy drinks because that’s all we have, that little moment when we all see a bit of ourselves in the people around us.