Montreal in the Summertime
Câlice, c’est chaud en tabarnak…
So where are you two from? Canada…
Pas d’argent, besoin manger…
If Legault would just do his job…
Il y a un ralentissement de service
sur la ligne vert…
You know, I used to be the leader
of the Mongolian empire…
Ici, on parle français…
The architecture here reminds me of short
sleeve button down shirts, you know what I mean…
Sa plotte était si serrée…
You are not a king, you are not a God.
General tao containers
litter my cupboards,
that tiny green and gold dragon
telling me to hoard.
Do we order 6 eggrolls or 12?
There are only two of us…
Let’s go for 24.
There we lay,
big fat cats swollen
Wallets empty but fridge stocked,
groceries a commodity we can’t afford,
crisp cookies beckon
with our future.
With lips covered in crumbs,
we unfold the bone-white slips.
They are blank.
Katie Cossette (she/her) is an English Literature student based in Montreal, QC. Her work has been featured in Scribbles magazine, Trash to Treasure Lit, and is forthcoming in Pixie Lit magazine and Ded Poetry.