On the bus I read a poem where an advertisement should have been,
I got very excited and
I looked around.
Nobody else seemed to notice.
The words were what I would have said,
maybe they were mine.
I had no pen so
I sent myself a text:
dionne brand I have beenlosing roads land to.light on
I Googled “Dionne Brand” and she doesn’t look like me. I just thought, reading her poem that, as the words kissed my little grey matter, they belonged to me.