Fake Za’atar and Spring and Something Else

Recorded at the YMCA Metro Central on November 2, 2015

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the menu in my heart is all wrong

my stare goes from the plate to the dainty language on the menu Golden Baskets, a tiny quintet of brittle pastry shells . . .  then back to my plate, and I wonder what my spice-obsessed hawker-stall friends in Bangkok would think of defrosted veggies baked in cardboard-stiff pastry cups on the Danforth, limits of Greektown, middle of a snowstorm . . .  Published in TOK: Writing the New Toronto, Book 5 . . .

Dog

I dig a hole in the backyard. Grass stains my hands as I bury all my simple treasures; words and ribbons and bones. I pray that you won’t find them as I wait for night to fall so I can dig them out frantically, lay them out one by one to admire with fervent joy . . .