by MW Cook
I wrap a blanket around myself and drag the metal fire holder to the open part of our apartment where there is no roof. I build the fire to heat our bathing water. The landlord’s teenaged children, who often peek under our door to watch us, are surprised that I know how. I ask if this is because they assume a high-class white boy like myself would know such a rural skill. They say it’s because building fires is such unmanly work. I say it is considered very manly to be able to build a strong fire in Canada. They laugh, because that’s stupid.