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.
Tahiti Fusion
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
and pregnant,
“Congratulations, it’s
chow mein.”
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.