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Trevor Abes

19 Nov Trevor Abes

LIFE WAS NOT THOUGHT THROUGH BEFORE IT WAS PUT INTO MOTION

 

I believe in the word breakfast on whichever surface it is printed.
I believe in reclaiming lost time from my local public transit commission.
I find most of the space I need in cities that prefer to stay foreign to me.

There are certain notes in certain songs that shake my inner
Etch-A-Sketch clean.

Sometimes I forget to turn the autoplay off on YouTube and can’t recognize my own history.
I found all my confidence from blasting hot water in the shower and conducting the steam like I was Sorcerer Mickey Mouse in Fantasia.

I believe in palming your neck as anchor to reality.
I believe in supporting the economy by always looking like a tourist.

If science wants to figure out how we can regenerate like lizards’ tails, they need to study me after a Skype conversation with my parents.

Sometimes I feel semi-dead like a tree in December.
I think it’s because I catch feelings by reading text messages like tea leaves in a cup.
I think it’s because I look for the next song before the one I’m listening to is over.
I think it’s because every time I knock on wood, I reinforce the idea
That someone is listening to my thoughts in a parallel world.

 


Trevor Abes is a poet, arts writer and member of the Toronto Poetry Slam team. Find his interviews and essays in The Toronto Review of Books, Torontoist and Sequential. His creative work has been published in untethered magazine, (parenthetical) and The Toronto Quarterly.

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