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Adriana Onita | University of Alberta

My Last Four Minutes on Prince William Street


climbing out of my window

to practice kissing on a gargoyle


hunching over harbour, city,

his gaping mouth, tongue protruding

fresh dulse smell wafts onto his lips

salty ocean stuck to his stone-flesh


foglover, my hybrid pagan god,

with your ghastly, gothic stare

surely if I do not blush for you

I should at least regret

what I have spent on you


a stone tooth in my mouth


the last sign of our love affair

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