Remember these boonies friday summer nights.
Trapped in our middle of nowhere.
Highway drive – hour north & south,
To true civilization.
Used to drive the highway late on school nights, blasting dumb aughts euro edm.
The second CD of “In Your Honour,”
For makeouts & sex in the back seat.
The highway drives back, singing along to the same singalong playlist car karaoke style.
Heavier thoughts on the inside.
Grey skies,
Light dapple of faintest rain –
A sensation I’ll remember until I go.
From drops to sheets,
Knowing the rain in all the ways one can.
Walking three hours to dike parties –
Same parties that offered strange looks in the city,
Later laughter as a joke.
Closeted queers,
Thrashing,
Playing in jeans & button up shirts with the girls, in a downpour.
Called us skids.
Who knows.
This place was cursed a long time ago.
Colonist settlers, mostly.
Yet local first nation was always kind to us weirdos, always.
Remember sitting in the truck for hours on the rez, as dad talked to elders.
Know exactly how my once legendary patience,
Was wrought.
Old Sikh guy at Tru Value.
Mr. Drenka at his shop,
Where at least we could play in the back warehouse,
Tag with our dog Spencer through the aisles of parts until even the dog got tired and gave up, panting back to dad.
“Don’t Meth Around” spray painted in black across the town sign.
First ever joint laced with speed of course.
ADHD had interesting effects.
Later,
Watched that dog die, alone together in a room at the vet.
Shudder.
Still.
Raw Eidetics –
All these.
Raw Eidetics.
