On a fine winter day,
9 degrees Celsius,
gusts of 100 km/h
melt snowbanks
as if it were summoning spring
already
Grey clouds racing overhead,
leaving my coat flung open,
as if they’re laughing at my effort
to grasp my coat
It’s a perfect day,
whether it snows or rains
I brought my knight—
a yellow and blue brolly,
white boots, red tartan trousers,
a black top, and a day off
from 48-hour shifts
Everything is fine
until the dentist calls out
my name for deep cleaning;
a promise of trouble