Melting Vanilla Heroes

GILI HAIMOVICH

We’re searching for a spot to lend our horses, vanilla and plastic bugs. Yes, maybe mainly, our plastic bugs.

Do you believe we can lend vanilla to the trees in Trinity Bellwood Park, so in return they’ll water us with some rest?

We are the exchange kings, not merchants, of Queen Street West. If you cannot see it, it's just because puberty’s sun had melted on us too quickly.

That's what made us unprepared for finding a shelter.

There’s a rumor that storms always come, eventually.

We cannot afford to keep indulging ourselves in monotonous walks up and down our Queen.

We must not avoid the kiosk there, with the sign stating:

“A Centre for Mental Health and Addictions.”

“We don’t even get how mental health can go with addictions.”

But we do know, there’s a reason for the words “centre” and “shelter”

to rhyme.

We know they tickle our tongues and crowns whenever we pass it by.