Persnickety Tutu

I remember first arriving in Montreal and watching the streets pass as I made my way to my lover’s apartment. I remember arriving at the building just off the McGill University campus and thinking it was like returning home to Providence where I grew up off of the Brown university campus. My father was a professor there. My lover is a professor here, I think. Life is funny that way…

Back to Montreal then…

I remember funny things, you know? I remember my lover’s apartment and how as he’d just moved there it still smelled of freshly done floors and plastic wrapping.

I remember the balcony that overlooked part of the city and how the pigeons loved to nest there. I remember talking to the one white pigeon every day when I was there alone and he was working at the university and how I grew attached to that dirty white creature with the odd feather missing.

I remember being hungry when I first arrived that night and how he wouldn't feed me until, well, until much later…