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  • I put a cookie on my leg, because cookies want selfies, too.

    I put a cookie on my leg, because it was ten o'clock at night and I was on the train and I was travelling back from work, and what else do you do, after a gig, when the adrenaline is seeping out into the night rails, the random train-side daisies and blue wild lupins in the dark, and there's nobody else on the train but a guy with a bike at the back, what else do you do moving through night industrial space around the lake?

    What else do you do on a night train around Lake Ontario with a chocolate chip cookie big as your face but give that cookie its fifteen seconds of fame, before it's all sugar spike devoured?

    (Portrait of a cookie on the GO Train by Susan, June 14, 2016)
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