Two Nights in Ottawa 1.I went alone to an old film theatre.It was on a slight hill, marquis shininglike a goddess. I can’t remember whatfilm I watched, but I remember feelingthe post-movie joyful bloat in my belly:popcorn, soda, sugar zinging in waves,the knowing of loving art deeply. I hadto walk back to my sister’s apartment.I… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 18