bobby go home

By delilah Brae

Bobby had a nice flat in the good part of town  
When he thought i was a boy Bobby would lick
it just not in front of our friends
Bobby sold me a camera when he hurt his knee
& i cooked him eggs barefoot in love
 
When we were at a party Bobby
Said he was a cop so it’s okay to get high
One time Bobby was so far up my ass
i thought i was going to come
apart at the seams
Bobby lived in a bungalow in the quiet part of town
 
Bobby had a group chat about me
and would stand outside my room yelling
“She thinks we care if she leaves.”
Bobby lived in a walk-up close to the ATM
 
after I got out of the psych ward
he said it was all too much
the last day we lived together
Bobby was in a motel off the freeway
& i did his laundry
& matched the tidy socks
& i put the socks back in the drawer
cuz Bobby lived out a window of The Bond Hotel
Dangled by a leg caught in all my tidy laundry.

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​delilah Brae is an interdisciplinary artist and community worker based in Tkaronto. Her works draw from lived experience to explore the self, identity and being-in-community, with an eye to bad taste and camp. As well as producing complex, medium-transcending works in theatre, film and the written word, Brae is a front-line harm reduction worker engaged with homeless and street-involved communities in the downtown East. She most recently completed a theatre mentorship at The Bus Stop Theatre Co-Op in Halifax, Nova Scotia and has been published in Troublemaker Firestarter, Untethered and Pizza Goth. She hopes these words find you entangled in life’s glorious mess.