“I don’t want to find myself” by Sasha in her garden

Saturday August 16, 2014
5 minutes
a poem by Mary Oliver

When the song ends, she smiles. She brushes hair from her face. She shrugs when asked is she wants another drink. She takes out her phone and she looks at it. She turns it off and on. She thinks about that song from Ally McBeal Ooga chaka ooga chaka and she furrows her brow, wondering where that might’ve come from. She checks twitter. She thinks about what to say. She thinks about whether of not she should write something about that song. She decides against it.

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“Have a good one” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Friday August 15, 2014
5 minutes
overheard on the 18 bus going south

“Have a good one,” he said and he really meant it. I could tell. Maybe it was the way that his sleeves were rolled up or the fact that he was wearing glasses this time. He really meant it. “You know,” I said, “I’ve never introduced myself. I’m Erin.” He smiled, and maybe it was his dimples or the newsprint on his fingertips. “Hi Erin… I’m… Aaron…” I DIED. I… died inside. Here I am, falling for this guy, this news stand guy, for, like a whole year and… WE HAVE THE SAME EFFING NAME?! I definitely blushed.

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“Love rocks” by Sasha on her couch

Thursday August 14, 2014
5 minutes
from a girl’s purple t-shirt

Love is like an amethyst
The base reminds you of the rocks of the Canadian Shield where you spent your summers as a young one
The tips remind you of dangerous wishes
The in between is sparkly and mysterious

Love is like a rose quartz
Light pink and cloudy
Dizzy and spin-y
Simple and exquisite

Love is like a piece of coral
Stolen from the bottom of the ocean

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“I’m not doing this with you right now” by Sasha in her bed

Wednesday August 13, 2014
5 minutes
from a conversation

J. and A. are lying in bed. A. has been attempting to fall asleep for forty six minutes. J. is snoring softly. A. tosses and turns. She finally elbows J.
A: You’re snoring!
J: Arrr -
A: Jason, you’re fucking snoring again…
J: Sorry.
A: I can’t fucking sleep!
J: Mmmm -
A: It’s like sleeping beside a St. Bernard!
J: Sorry.
A: Or a pug!
J. chuckles. A. chuckles.
J: You’re cute.
A: You need to go sleep on the couch.
J: What? Why? You’re so cuddly!
A: I have that stupid interview tomorrow and if I’m tired I won’t present well and I won’t get the job and we’ll live in this basement apartment forever and ever and ever -
J: Okay, okay…
A: Thanks. Sorry. I love you.
J. gets out of bed and takes his pillow. He kisses A. on the forehead.

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“You mustn’t lose it.” By Sasha in her garden

Tuesday August 12, 2014
5 minutes
a quote from Robin Williams

Here’s the necklace I was telling you about, Robin. You mustn’t lose it. You must put it someplace safe. Your grandmother gave it to me when your father and I got married. It was my “something old”. She wasn’t a warm woman, by any stretch of any imagination. She was… she was a mountain. I’ll never forget it – I heard a firm knock on the door of the room where Aunt Lil and I were getting ready. “Yes?” “May I come in for just one moment,” I couldn’t believe my ears. She wasn’t one for primping and preening. She would rather mow the lawn than plant flowers. In she came, in a gust of intensity. Lil and I exchanged looks. “Now both of you just stop with that,” she said, “I have something to give you Bobette.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a carved wooden box.

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“you have been invited” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Monday Aug 11, 2014
5 minutes
from an e-mail

You have been invited to the convergence of beauties
You will come wearing a blue cloak
The stars will twinkle
You will come in glass slippers
The earth will sigh
You have been invited to the convergence of beauties
You are one
No matter how you try to forget it
Sipping and smoking and snorting
You are one
I’ll remind you
Over jars of mulberry wine
Brewed by brothers
We will dance
When the moon rises high
When the darkness is at its most dense
We will dance

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“lease holders and approved occupants” by Julia on her couch

Wednesday August 20, 2014
5 minutes
from an apartment memorandum

I feel a bit silly asking this, but do you think he wants me to stay for the winter? I’m only asking because we got this memo under the door today about getting new keys because the front locks were being changed, and he didn’t tell me about it. He like, hid the memo from me and I only found it because I was looking for the old memo from two days ago that said something about the drainage pipes. Why wouldn’t he invite me to stay long term? I feel like a summer fling all of a sudden, which is crazy right? He gave me a key for the summer and he’s going to give me a key for the winter too, isn’t he? Why would he all of a sudden not want me to get into his apartment easily? I feel like he’s going to be really annoyed with me calling all the time just to get inside the house we share, right? Well, we’ve been sharing it, I guess we don’t officially share it since my name is nowhere on the lease. I just thought, hey, I’m not a lease holder, fine, but I most certainly am an approved occupant! The residence manager has seen me a bazillion times while he’s watering the one plant in the front yard. I say hi to him every time I walk by even though he just stares at my boobs when he sees me. If anything, I’m an asset to this stupid building. Is that anti-feminist? Is this whole conversation anti-feminist? I’m just trying to figure out where I belong, you know? Well, no, not that desperately. I’m not begging for a key or anything. I’m not begging for a ring at all. I’m good with where we are. I’m good.

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