PUT IT IN THE TIME CAPSULE
Future generations will not be drenched
in the light of Honest Ed’s while in line
for free turkeys or hot dogs. I want to
flip through an Eaton’s catalogue just to feel
the glossy pages between my fingers.
Tim Hortons is now an American company.
Parkdale is hotspot for vegan beer and
community displacement. Coffee shop
hipsters argue the merits of gentrification
over almond milk lattes. The Gargoyles
at Old City Hall were once made of sandstone,
replaced due to their erodibility. Their bronze cousins
watch over the city in comfort, knowing
they will last much longer. The Church
of the Redeemer is an anomaly inside
an enveloped of office buildings and
retail stores. Across the street, the Royal
Ontario Museum is flooded with immigrants
paying for a glimpse at their homeland.
We all flee to the suburbs, afraid of what
the city used to be. Sidewalks lead people
out the downtown core—an undulating
tangle of veins from which we bleed out.