sleeping to river water

rush and you peeled the “baby on board”

sticker off the truck,

oh, 20 years ago

now.

you and janie argued

about the efficacy of a sticker

against hooligan drivers.

it always ended with

“that isn’t the point”

from either one of you.

wouldn’t you just love to hear her

slam one more door?

and when you guys took one of your yearly trips to Cuba,

the time the plane almost went down,

mr. pilot got on the intercom, saying

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i love you all”

and janie thought it was god speaking to her and

tears started streaming into her

paper cup of ginger ale.

thinking of her on accident

is like falling onto a floatie in a lazy river

and being carried over a waterfall.

you make a whistling sound as you fall

like you’re wile E coyote.

like it’s a little funny,

even to you, how often you

end up dripping wet,

head in your hands in her easy chair.

Slone Leman is a trans poet and musician based in BC, Canada.