POEM BY KATERINA GOGOU
TROY AVENUE 35A
My house, just like yours
intrudes into the houses of others
since the roads are so narrow
and there are so many people
sometimes I feel we sleep in the same bed
since we are almost glued together
we use the same brush to brush our teeth
and we eat the same food
only when you go
you leave behind your dirty dishes
it can’t be explained otherwise
that the sink is always full
it doesn’t matter though
I do what I can
to show how much I love you
for this I put on the fake moustache
and I go out to the rain with a fan
that your children will laugh
only I beg of you don’t gossip about us
and leave my Myrto alone
she was born the way she looks.
Sad.
Hellenic Canadian Literature 