Like one of those videos, everything was grey &
hard to digest. The highways quick to bleed into sky; the
whole world smothered in a haze of blah. The nun driving
in circles outside the Houston airport is probably too busy
to pray. It's a habit, though it's hard to find anything else
to do in these blessed cities of imperial shapes & benevolent
smog. My one American dream: to drive from one corner of the globe
to the other, & by the globe, I mean, well. I find it hard to tell
colours apart. Red. Concrete. Steel blue. I coughed up a
hallowed smudge—God only knows what it was, where it went.
Michelle Masood makes an okay cappuccino and can play five notes on the clarinet. Some of her works have been published by GASHER; The Poetry Society; Action, Spectacle; and others. She lives in Montreal & is available on Instagram or Twitter at @straw.d0g & @wetterblanket respectively.