wednesday night.
i reckon the canucks won,
judging by the hooting and hollering
outside the window.

it was my sister's portfolio show tonight
that is to say - sort of a graduation ceremony.
she completed the program from which i dropped out -
the print futures professional writing program
i ran into instructors and old classmates
folks i haven't seen in ages.
people i had tucked away and put in my pocket.
it was odd to see them alive.
not entirely pleasant - but certainly not terrible.

went for drinks
exchanged business cards
gripped arms and swore to keep in touch.
all in all, a jolly warm evening.

and now...
i sit at the cbc and it is fucking freezing.
an unholy sort of cold - damp and unforgiving.
the people who rant and rave how the cbc
squanders tax payers money have never
seen me hunched over my desk, using my
desklamp for warmth.
fear not canada - the cbc is frugal.
believe you me.

i am hungry.
hungry for stew.
and cornbread.
i had nachos and beer tonight.
the opposite of satisfying.

funny thing:
someone asked me why i do it.
i blushed and answered,
"i'm sorry, i don't know your name."
true story.

kisses to all who consider that sort
of behaviour a sign of affection.
a blank stare to the rest of you.

oh i would like to be tucked in.
i could use a little coddling.
and that is not a baby fish.
good night.