I had a talk with Toronto
Whiplash pangs tonight, stopmotion gags, and this heart’s not getting enough oxygen.
But now I had a long and hard talk with Toronto. Said sorry for most days spent scaling and skirting the surface too clenched to permit the plunge, but now I sat him down, I sat him right down right in front of me, face to face like a friend, I had a talk with Toronto. I went for a walk. Felt up the contours of my corner topography, a heartfelt stroke up and down its hot sides. Hey there red CN, so happy to see me.
I’m not sure I’m ready to return the favour.