It’s like precious china. A fresh white, virtually blue. Touch it, and it appears almost to melt, softly giving way. The spot touched turns the slightest pink, as if bashful, and surely, if bitten into, it would taste sweet, with . . .
All of these tribes, and all of these street signs None of them will be yours or mine But I’ll be your empire Just stay alive, stay alive, stay alive
— Mustafa the Poet, “Stay Alive”
It’s a gold . . .
A version of this conversation was broadcast on CBC Radio One’s Writers & Company on February 27, 2022, produced by Sandra Rabinovitch.
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