Fresh vegetables and peanut butter on burgers. A low-key deal before leaving. I’m lucky enough to be one of the few.
It’s madness outside. Madness at the stops. Madness on the bus. People rowdy, drunk and drinking. People wearing Canadian, drinking Canadian, speaking Canadian, bearing the standard on cheeks and arms and hats and bodies. Kids, kids throwing beer bottles out the window, pouring Smirnoff ice in their empty water containers.
It’s passed midnight, darkness out the window, and reflections press themselves on me. She looks through me at him and I can see the love triangle in her smile.
Ambulances pass us by. People face-down on the ground. Police questioning witnesses.
Looking for some calm in this chaos, I turn up the volume to drown them out.
you’ve got the lot to burn
a shelve of pig smotherd cries
is there a spirit that spits
upon the exit of signs?is anybody there? (spines in a row)
these steps keep on growing long (spite as an arrow)
bayonet trials rust propellers awaitno
nobody is heard
But my calm is no less chaotic.
“I can see the love triangle in her smile” egad that’s a gorgeous line!
People aren’t very characteristically Canadian on Canada Day. It’s more of a mardi gras without the gras.
You know, I never realized that until you mentioned it. Canadians pick the one day to celebrate their heritage by being as far removed from every-day Canadian culture as possible.
Peanut butter on burgers! YES! You have good taste.
That wasn’t me actually, it was Aaron. He even had melted cheese too. I’ll have to try PB on a burger some day, though without the dairy.