Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

Scattered Thoughts While on the TTC Subway/Bus/Streetcar Waiting for the subway . It's funny how the TV monitor screen says 5 minutes but I already see the lights coming through the tunnel. Trying to find a place to sit . Smelly guy. No. Homeless looking person. Uh... Dude who packed his entire life into his luggage bag. I'll just stand. The pole is warm . I wonder how many people didn't wash their hands after peeing . And touched this pole. And then licked their hands. God damn it I just scratched my face, I'm going to be infected with pee germs. Why is that guy staring at me? Is there something on my face? Stare at reflection in dark subway window. Looking good , looking good. Dude, turn down your music, I can hear Destiny's Child from here. New people coming into the train. Avoid eye contact at all costs . I just locked eyes with that girl for more than five seconds. AWKWARD . Put head down. Lift head back up. We made eye contact again. I'll just t

He was the type of guy who would drink luke-warm Molson straight from the can. Then he would pass the can to me and I'd leave my strawberry lipstick on the rim. We'd sit there for hours staring at each other and it would be most natural silence. It made me feel at ease. Then one day he told me that he wanted to swim far away and I nodded and said I liked to swim too. We were young, you know. Youth is the deadliest disease. So we stripped to our underwear and he bit his lip when he noticed the blemish on the side of my hip. He pinched my stomach in a way that was both childish and suggestive. I smiled and said we should swim. The problem was that we had no idea where to swim to. We sat at the end of the dock half-dressed and split another Molson. It was hot as a cup of tea, as it was basking in the sun with us all day. But we were young and diagnosed with youth and infatuation.* He said that he loved me. And the step from infatuation to love is one that is large and full of