The Studio
Alan Keith
300 square feet of empty slowly collecting my crap;
my floored mattress,
busted laptop,
bucket of weed and books.
Five pillows, three bongs,
two dozen works by me on the wall,
four paintings by her and
one by her –
left hanging because it’s so good –
and a clock and a curtain and
a calendar; my saviour.
A fridge and a stove and a couch and a desk and
suddenly it’s feeling a lot less than 300.
The balcony opens to a vast view
of a very generic skyline,
save the CN Tower, a bit of the lake and The Spit.
I’d spend more time out here but
my neighbor shouts
and the roaches pile so greatly
that I must kick them off and
watch them sink in the wind,
sometimes landing here,
most often landing there
or everywhere.
Inside, I tiptoe past half a puzzle,
dance between grounded canvases
and dodge my bike in the narrow hall,
all to take a shit in
my tiny bathroom.
It’s like my two feet
don’t quite fit
in these 300 squares.
Flash Issue 11
Alan is a substitute teacher working out of Toronto, Canada. He tries to keep his writing honest by only writing about what he sees, but if he's being (really) honest, he actually makes a lot of it up. Alan has printed two short story collections and a novel; they sit anonymously on his bookshelf... A poetry collection is his next project. When Alan isn’t writing, he’s either walking his blind Miniature Pinscher, riding his bike, or drinking a tea with his girlfriend.