Narnia.

i adore this weather. i wish this was our 'norm'.../ though... trying to find someone to build a snow person with me has proven rather difficult/ perhaps i should stop approaching strangers/ nah/ walking through the park was beautiful/ dogs snouts covered in flakey/soft/white snow are my favorite/ they can't find their pee/

i really hope you stick around/ and don't prove yourself mad/ start raining again/



Dear Montreal,

i think of you often; but days like today i prove myself fruitfully in love with you. as a keepsake i'll wear the long puffy coat, remember?? the one that makes me look like a travelling bullet. a love letter. the tops of my thighs even began to smart when i left the house... and the lovely feeling that sets in when you move indoors. the thaw. red cheeks and runny eyes. screaming hot ears. i left my favorite touque/tongue (its just one small letter, i coulden't help myself) with you. up top in that closet... the one that after several years woulden't open. hushed discourse. oh! not to worry, i don't harbour resentment... she's yours to keep. these days allow me to move outside myself. the city masquerades as you, and we hold hands moving down the street. inside this masked ball my day plays out. a facade. a subterfuge. this weather acts as stratagem.

i'll think of you when i'm no longer hot.

be well.

love, love, love,

T.T.V.

P.S. wink at the cross for me... i heard her lights started to dim.