My Favourite Part of Toronto is the Subway
As the grey train dashes into Royal York,
the TTC man waves.
I step over the yellow lego platform edge
as the tinted windows clasp together.
The missed-the-train man waves.
I slump on my red velvet throne,
as tinted windows clasp together,
breathing in second-hand hemp,
while my throne’s
threading unknots my back.
I breathe in second-hand hemp.
The speckled floor’s like rural…