“out in the burbs” by Sasha at Lit Espresso Bar


Saturday July 30, 2016 at Lit on Ronces
3:12pm
5 minutes
Overheard at Lit on Roncesvalles

James wants to move out to the burbs once he’s done his internship. He keeps talking about the “size of the lots”… “There’s nothing for us here, Carly,” he keeps saying and I don’t know what he means and I absolutely do not agree. There’s lots for us. Lots for all of us, not just me and him. I’m not getting cold feet or anything, but I don’t really feel excited when he talks like that – like he has a plan that I’m not privy to, like he thinks he’s the boss of our future. I actually asked him last night, “Do you want a pool, James?! Do you want a damn hot tub?” And he laughed because he thought that maybe I was joking or something.

“Bought wedding bands on Etsy” by Sasha on the couch in Swansea


Friday July 29, 2016
10:41pm
5 minutes
from a Facebook post

Ever since I started wearing your wedding ring I’ve been having bad dreams, seeing things I’ve never seen before. I wake up sweaty, the sheets soaked, and shaking. I tried to write the dreams down once or twice, but it freaked me out too much, when I went back and re-read it. Molly really really wanted it. I don’t know why you didn’t just give the ring to her. Dad says that because I’m the oldest granddaughter it had some sort of special significance to you, but you never showed that, I mean, I never knew you felt that way when you were alive. To be honest, I didn’t really think you ever liked me. I got a birthday card from you once or twice, but other than that, and Christmas visits, you didn’t seem to care for me or Bill. Molly and Kenneth were another story. I know that you took care of them more when they were still cute and cuddly. It’s not my fault my Mom thought you were irresponsible.

“the new thing in us” by Sasha at the table in Swansea


Thursday July 28, 2016
10:12pm
5 minutes
Letters To A Young Poet
Rainer Maria Rilke


There’s a new thing that you’re doing, that Daddy hasn’t seen yet. You’re making these faces, like we do, exactly like we do. I caught you this morning, on your back on the change table, furrowing your eyebrows and pursing your lips. It’s just the face that Daddy makes. I go to get my phone, to take a picture, but when I get back you’re rolled over on to your stomach and you are smiling. Missed it. You’re growing so fast, quicker than the carrots and the rainbow chard in the raised bed garden.

“We should be there by then” by Sasha on the couch in Swansea


Wednesday, July 27, 2016
11:13pm
5 minutes
From a text

Soon the earth will be
bare naked her cracks
showing even through
the concrete soon
the sky will cry more
or less
more or less
the exact prophecy we’ve
been hearing since that
first tsunami
I want to be here for
this paying the price
of generations and
generation paying the
price of overuse the
price of hedonism