MODA
for Elizabeth Bachinsky
No, I
don’t want to stay at your place
I need
time and space and odder hours to deal with
a
spectacular national celebration unequalled
since
Expo ’67 in Montreal. It’s not fair to
expect me
to adhere to your eccentricities
No, I
don’t want to stay at your place
I will
have my own. What a city! But no
I’m
coming, but no. I can’t possibly stand
a
spectacular national celebration unequalled
since the
1851 World’s Fair in London
I found a
hotel. It’s cheap. A legacy project. Moda. So
no, I
don’t want to stay at your place
Travel,
uneasy. Your city, stifling
Everyone
clamours their cultural capital there, at
a
spectacular national celebration unequalled
since
Deculturation. I will write a poem, meet for whiskey
You will
bring me a gift and I will get sick and you will insist, but
no, I
don’t want to stay at your place
I’m sure
it’s spectacular, unequalled