His tongue: young asphalt where acid tabs vanish on Queen Street’s sharp neon of Graffti Alley. This, no Bay Street Boy. Far away from sacred paintings at the AGO, he goes where Rembrandt never stood with a spray can, and laughs when pigeons shit on the smooth edges of our outdoor Henry Moore.

(Anything to Get) Rid of the Shine
by Amy Dennis
Poetry
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TopArt by Gilbert Li and Lauren Wickware
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