January 2008 / Volume Eight / Issue One
George Anderson
Love on Lake Ontario

I awake with a flush of images from a dream
& wanting to remember them this time
I record them in a bedside notebook:

“midget on last trip to the north
crooner of black romantic love songs
reunited with high school sweet heart
there is a dispute over the kids
2x2 minus 1 nobody really wants”

we wake to the sound of a neighbouring
bed thumping
& the staccato
wailing/ moaning of a woman
(notice the sexual referencing)

Yet staring out the window on Lake Ontario
Toronto– a stunted matchstick in the distance
the wavering truth spurts. My sister has
placed her waterfront up for sale
her partner has found love on the internet
     an accidental opening of e-mail
     a feigned trip away with girlfriends
     her prey snared–

who the fuck are you bitch?

The leaves flickering like cold green hands

*

The sky is grey
we are leaving tomorrow for Nova Scotia
I suppose I should describe the lake in a
discerning, discrete way
                                           but I can’t–

A Canadian goose in the bushes nearby
is honking as if it is taking it up the ass
(that’s more like it)

I wonder about the unwanted child
I wonder about the midget
and his non-existent custodial dispute

I wonder about the way the fog and the rain around here can mean death
I wonder about the electronic search for love–

Yet we have never been as close as today
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