Six-inch all-caps in the third-floor window
of a low-rise on Sherbourne. HORRIBLE LANDLORDS.
STAY AWAY. THEY TREATED US LIKE DOGS.
A plague cross on the door:
“Lord have mercy upon us.”
Why don't they move then.
You know why.
If you don’t, you should.
Rent for those apartments wed to flakeboard,
caulk strip, mactac, plastic,
and a maintenance philosophy
of who gives a shit,
for the ill-intentioned microsuites, the bug-ridden
and the windowless,
has doubled in two years.
I loved it here.
Even the stodgy Upper Canadian Presbyterian
architecture, the terrifying...