Deformed on Maissoneuve

There are degrees of wheelchairs
You can power it yourself
Or it might have motors and a joystick*

There are degrees of leglessness
And you can crawl
Or not even that

Why must I see such things, she sniffs
That cripple is screwing up my selfie in front of this quaint gray church

To remind you
You’re nothing special
Just lucky
Everyone goes through life putting some sort of one stump in front of the other

Now an SUV blocks your shot
There are degrees to luck

* How much joy is in the stick?
It’s up to you

Salut!

You’ve met me somewhere in Montreal. Perhaps I took your picture! Please send me a message to say hi, or get a copy.

Vous m’avez rencontré quelque part à Montréal. Peut-être que j’ai pris ta photo ! Veuillez m’envoyer un message pour me dire bonjour ou en obtenir une copie.