Aftermath

After we slow kiss until both lips
start chapping from the normalcy,
After we tell our mothers and fathers
and brothers and sisters and friends
and ex-lovers
about the intimacy between you and me,
After I have wrought rotten poems about
the tiny things that make you you,
Now what do we do?

After we have spent many days assembling
our life like IKEA furniture, and pretending
that the world ends where your curtains begin,
After we have corked every debate, and stated
every thing to have been said, and unsated
have supplanted conversations with skin,
After we have walked a lot
because there's no reason to not
and besides
it gives us something to do,
Now what do we do?

After I realize that we had simply pickled
leftover passion
in saline promises seasoned in the season's fashion
and the asinine sweetness of summer's evanescence (an absence
of sense, a lapse, adolescence - perhaps
could explain
why we bit off more than we could chew?)
After you disappear and stain my atmosphere
a permanent shade of You,
Now what do I do?

Baseball

At half past one
At a gaudy expensive Indian
Buffet with a Murakami menu for
One, (the butter chicken is a symbol,
not a sign, of good food), the realization fell into
My naan plate like a baseball,
That all I need is affection,
fiction and work
to be done.

The Right and Privilege to Protest

I read about Anti-Canada protests (http://globalnews.ca/news/3570572/clac-protest-against-canadian-colonialism-on-canada-day/) and was fascinated.

...

150
Years of
the freedom to criticize
A hundred and fifty years of
Colonialism. This freedom of expressing
Unpatriotism may not feel
like a big deal, but where
I come from, we still
Sometimes
Choose between cows
And human beings, confuse
The bovine for the divine. Your
Harry Potter prime minister
Loves the liberal limelight and
Lives on Facebook Live, labours
Under the delusion that the
Marginalized identify
Themselves as house elves,
That his multicolor multipurpose socks
are magical instruments of liberation,
But where I come from, The
Man would ban libations
And deviation in how
We clasp hands;
In love and in
prayer. More power
To dissent. It's a right -
But be aware of those who would
Give right arms and legs and
Youth and language to walk
Arm in arm in this very
Park. It's a right, and
Perhaps is a
privilege.