On Being a Puddle

Is it wasting time to sit there
the posture of a wet coat
nursing a cappuccino
licking my fingers and
pressing them on my crumbs?

There are stray stragglers
and pigeons
and commerçants
leaning on their counters
on a rainy day
in the off-season

Someone descends the stairs
soaked and shivering

Emmy looks out from behind her machine à espresso
“Someone left that”
Pointing with her chin’s cleft

In a mistake of a moment
I’m scooped up and thrown on
and back up the stairs
and onto the street
into the rain
turning to sleet

It could be that my coat is still there
À Boulangerie Caviste
waiting to be swept away


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.