and it's smart if you don't waste your breathe 
because she's bound to tell you 
she'll say every catch phrase in the book 
because she carries it in her teeth 
baubles and beads and something red in the centre 
fifty bucks for blow or for a blow, which is better 
i watch her tongue dance like a snake 
i hum as it curls, enacting slivers of drool 
which spill silver on the street into pools 
waiting for a toronto wind or a long-winded hero 
to blow us viscous, still and cool and down 
into a subway grate