We met in New Brunswick
At a res that was gross.
We raved about Harper and hoes vs bros.
We dated some jerks
And laughed over drinks
One time you broke someone’s window I think.
It was fun while it lasted,
But you moved away.
I figured we’d probably meet up again someday.
Well now I’m in Halifax
And apparently you are too.
But I can’t find you anywhere!
Justine, where are you?
-The Fine Arts Girl
This article appears in Jun 5-11, 2014.
I’ll be your friend if you don’t find her!
You’ve come back to find me
and while your heart’s on the mend,
I’m back at my place… fucking your best friend.