“a couple annual holidays” by Sasha on her couch

Friday, March 4, 2016
5 minutes
From Sasha’s play

we meet at a purim
you’ve got a flower in your hair
i’ve got a scarf the colour of first day blood
when i see you i feel i’ve known you for six thousand years
eye to eye a handshake means nothing in a moment
and yet when we do i feel a current of energy up my arm
down my leg into every cell into every crevice
i am shy when i ask for your phone number
shaking like the leaves
“let’s hang out,” i make it sound more casual than i feel