maciej obara’s one for, one afternoon on granville island

I want to live inside this song with you. I want to walk down its loping paths over grown with dusk-lit moss (with you). Paint your instant coffee and drink your tear-down walls. Find the ghosts in the corners the leaks on rainy days watching the cat watch the rain watch the way you move so quietly a toe broken in a slipper note broken on the lip a squeak so charged so telling of the space inside this song. We’ll sit in a claw-foot tub big enough for the two of us comically big really you say it’s a giant tub for the giants who used to live inside this song and I want to live inside the tidepool of your eye the way it quavers like the lightbeams on the pearl of a giant claw-foot tub in the twilight of this song.