At the Klondike Bar

Aroused by possibility
My fingers tilt to form a magic frame

And suddenly we are not at Mel’s all night Montreal deli in Toronto
You are undoing the wrapper,
sucking the nuts
from a general store chocolate muck job
You wouldn’t usually buy that crap
but we are in the Yukon at the Klondike Bar . . .

Published in TOK: Writing the New Toronto, Book 6. Purchase the book to read the full piece.

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Toronto locations referenced in this piece

“And suddenly we are not at Mel’s all night Montreal deli in Toronto . . . ” —Mel’s Montreal Delicatessen