Monday, April 14, 2003


Inheritance
I wanna be famous
in Regina
where I sing folk in bars.
A man in a hockey sweater
introduces my act
and hits on me between sets.

My blouse will smell like smoke tomorrow.

I wanna have your baby in Gander,
raise her in lumber jack plaid.
She'll smoke Players Light,
and drop out.

Her boyfriend works at the Seven Eleven.

I wanna be famous
in Lake Head
and sell slices of life to truckers.
My boss is fat,
he comes from out west
and he wants to get down my pants.

Winnipeg is twelve hours away.