You, could you be more interesting? More beautiful, more heartbroken and more hopeful? There was a fog all over you and blurry orange lights in the distance when I got here; the next day it was darkness of Hastings, the light of Gastown. The impossibility of your nature: who makes trees that big; it was spiritual. Then two reading events, turn off your cellphone, turn off their cellphone, the audiences so lovely, my heart in my chest, on you; in my throat, in me. My eyes on you. Your fog and your beauty. I love you.
…and then I got naked and hugged a tree