I haven't been comfortable enough
to take anyone for granted in years.
Just McCorkel.
Old, rusty McCheswick.
I stand, deer stand, shadow.
You happier, you buy and wide.
You stalk of grey tree.
But I'm glad, because you're Canadian,
and my boyfriend wears your shirts.
He never mixed with my parents, or really even tried.
You can, you know, Canadian.
You mix parts of your life, can you bring parrots?
Have you hired who we just met, participles?
There's farming and using an axe.
Do you have a problem with chicken?
The yams.
The two ways we should work together, the pants,
the dysfunction of this.
The lesson I take from this is that a guy like your dad
is what he does.
On TV, even when they kick you out, they don't really mean it.
I love that.