canadian sun is burning
my passenger side arm
my brother is driving and we are
waiting in the customs line
while volcanic mountains, snowfrosted
jagged and fresh
beckon in the middle distance
it's a beautiful morning in the strip mall
seven am and the TVs in the trailer park
already murmuring platitudes
i'm sipping bitter starbucks coffee in front of the supermarket
white boys rapping along with white boys
roll past me in sunglasses
throwing gang signs
and park in the mostly empty parking lot
