words for erica.

i think about what it would be like if we lived in montreal together. we would drink tea on the park, and sit by the pond, and talk about life, and watch the ducks swim with the leaves that stick to the water. we bike everywhere.. so you would like that. there are bike paths, and girls who wear skirts, on low rider bikes, and its all just a bit too much sometimes.. the world here is full.
we could gab like old biddies and talk about the people we know, and the things we've done. maybe on fridays we could go out to shows on the plataeu with the cool kids, and we could go hear a spoken word artist, or the stubborn beatniks that refuse to die out. the feminist folk artists that forget they're not Ani Difranco. ..

i had this dream that you and me we had this little cabin house in this field, but all the rooms only had 3 walls? so it wasnt really clopsed off, and there was this big old bathtub. and i started running the water, .. but the leaves kept blowing in and landing on the hot water. .. so we both jumped in.. and we were older hatah, we were like 30ish? maybe 40? and we jumped into this hot bath with all of these leaves in the tub, and we fell asleep. isnt that strange?

one night we were trying to disapear into the woods for a while, so i was trying to pack my backpack.. but i couldnt fit my stuff init.. and i was getting frustrated, and there was no room for food.. and we couldnt walk up the gravel slope, because our bags were too heavy, so we ended up jumping off the side of the path, and we landed in the water, and the water was the ocean from tofino? so we plunged into the ocean, but the ocean was warm even though it was winter. ..all of our things floated out of our oack packs.. but we just kept sinking, and kept seeing our things float up past us.. we landed on the bottom. and we just stayed there. and it was all green and sandy, and the tide and the waves kept pulling us along the sandy bottom..