I am from toaster From toaster strudel and bagels I am from the small space with too many bodies Cold, old, musty I am from the acorn The maple tree Whose long limbs I remember As if they were my own.
I’m from movie nights and slender fingers From Hélène and Luc I’m from thinking of the worst outcomes and crackling knees And from moving forward
I am from finish your plate and don’t draw on the car And twinkle, twinkle little star I am from Canada I am from Quebec I am from being locked out of the house And desperation