28 Nov dufferin in august, By Aynsley Rae
i’d never had a real coffee until the portuguese bakery on the street corner where concrete peels like dead skin no skateboarding this is toronto is dufferin grove the curb is nicer when it’s made with the opposite intention blankets unfamiliar if everyone is sober i wish i hadn’t walked to the liquor store it’s been two years but the door sticks no slides this isn’t a sink it’s a garbage can nails hammered through yarn cracked drywall at dupont the neighbour someone’s neighbour paints split houses and leaves an old dresser on your lawn.