Continuist team player Laura Rojas is in her first year of ACS at Ryerson, and wrote a beautiful poem that she’s been charming enough to share with us.
Thanks Laura! Read it below, folks.
If it were up to me I’d have paper and a pen right now
white page and black ink and not some flat sheet of metal, a screen and some keys.
I want keys but piano keys and I want the sound your mouth makes when lips stretch to smile and you smack your tongue against the back of your teeth. Like this.
My voice is different over here.
I want the silence of hands clasped together in prayer or tightening into a fist, into a twisted ball of string.The structure of underwater bridges and streams and the tall, grey posts people in the city tie their bikes to. I want a flower garden. An interesting conversation. I want your hands to run down my thighs like my hands ran up your back and our hands fit so nicely together. So quietly. I want the whine of a photo being taken, of a hot flash building and bursting into a show of firework tongues. I want wide eyes and a sleepy room. A sharp intake of breath, one that slices my ribcage in half- right down the middle. Nutmeg, vanilla, a half-empty winter.
Warm tea spilled on your kitchen floor.