Tag: Vancouver
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golden hour pacific northwest coast (postcards from canada)
they want me to be someone i am not.somedays i can play,somedays i cannot. i think they love me lesswhen i cannot. if i could, i would. but i can’t. i am so so sotired. i think i would like to waitfor someone who sees me as i am.the sunshineand the moonlight. is that alright?it was alot to lose.…
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burrard inlet (postcards from canada)
i arrive, granville island. my hair is down, long blonde hair softly curled. pops of undertone baby pink peak out from the bottom, whisperings of “i felt sad and needed color.” i’m dressed in my favourite dress, peachy pink with floral blues.i even do my makeup too, soft and subtle, but intentional. a pop of glitter white in the corners…
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West 4th Avenue (a reprise)
baby boyi filtered myselfi’m not sure who i’m protectingbut i went a little too easy on you rooftop partiesmade to impress. you know,you didn’t have to try so hard. i’m not on the table for taking. truth isyou pissed me offthe way you looked me up and downi never felt so fucking objectified, humiliated. the way i had…
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sea to sky highway (postcards from canada)
“cmon, Kerri, we’re picking you up in an hour! we’ve got a surprise for you.” oh. i want to say no. i’m so tired. still, i should go. i don’t want to let them down. a campus pickup, in a silver rav 4. canadian nostalgia. i sit in the back seat. i watch city scenesevaporateto forest green..ocean blue..and mountain high. familiar territories, we…
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UBC (postcards from Canada)
i wake with my eyes slowly adjusting to white crisp bedsheets and Canadian sun bathing in the open window. the air smells of ocean morning mist breezes through pacific coast rain forest with undercurrents of freshly cut grassand rose gardens in bloom.i can already feel the longingto remember this scent for the rest of my life.…
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