Thursday April 2, 2015
She felt a tiny bit bad about it but not bad enough to change.
Add an extra zero here.
Photocopy a signature.
Scratch this out and add that and BOOM!
She’s walking in those shoes she’s been eyeing since Christmas.
She’s picking up the tab at lunch and brunch and happy hour.
Martha wonders what’s changed.
“Where are you getting all these new clothes?”
She whispers because Mr. Boss doesn’t like when they talk about lady things.
Mr. Boss likes it when they keep quiet, keep pretty, keep working.
“Gifts,” she replies, licking an envelope.
It slices her tongue,
the kind of cut that won’t stop bleeding,
that makes her question her choices.
She wraps toilet paper around her tongue in the washroom,
looking at her hands,
wondering when it was that she got so pale.
Wednesday April 1, 2015 at Culprit Coffee Co.
Overheard at Culprit Coffee Co.
Jeff Jones, get down here! Your oatmeal’s getting cold! You know what happens to oatmeal when it gets cold? It turns into a brick! A brick of oats! YUCK-O! Jeff Jones, you’re going to miss the school bus! AND there’s a flood coming! Those big storms that happen this time of year? Have to wear your raincoat and there’s no debate about it. AND BOOTS! I won’t hear a peep about how you’d rather wear your leather jacket. That thing won’t protect you from sheets of rain!