It can truly be as symbiotic as a love affair;
for teachers, doctors, lawyers, secretaries,
a linguistic lover’s lane of lovely words
attacked by a single Bic Roller Glide.
It took me fifty years to find you, my
most precious black, silver, grey, hard love.
I get excited to see you, so upset
when I misplace you. Hard to replace you,
you make my mind explode on paper, journals,
pads of paper. I prefer you to all the rest.
What does a keypad have to do with our love?
It is cold, rough, static under me, but you,
my love, are rolling like a pagan god
come to find a mortal lover. Be it night,
or day, or evening, or early sunrise,
you make your way between my fingers
and are patient like a dog. You wait for
me to make something out of nothing.
You are packaged up and lonely, holding
on to glue, anticipating a writer’s love.
An entire world runs inside your veins
lands into my journal and waits until
the love affair begins again
with a different date each time.
Christina Strigas’s work has appeared in Montreal Writes, Feminine Collective, Neon Mariposa Magazine, Pink Plastic House Journal, BlazeVOX, Thimble Lit Magazine, Twist in Time Literary Magazine, The Temz Review, and Coffin Bell Journal. She teaches ESL to adults at McGill University, and French at a public elementary school for The Sir Wilfred Laurier School Board. She lives in Montreal, with her husband and two children. She writes novels for The Wild Rose Press.