“Goodbye!” By Sasha in her bed

Wednesday October 26, 2016
5 minutes
Overheard out the window

it’s hard to imagine the beginning
just like it’s hard to imagine the end when the bus shuts
off her lights eyelids dimmed to close
it’s hard to imagine and so we don’t
but we do because it’s the only absolute
but we don’t out loud really
it’s a quite wonder caught in the petals of the throat
or the ear when there’s music
beginning and ending are relative
the moon waxes and wanes with a poetry bigger than us
beginning and ending are here now
gone now
before the timer stops before the time’s up

“don’t get it in your eyeball!” By Sasha on the bus

Tuesday October 25, 2016
5 minutes
From a text

The voices start quietly, slurring into my vision, tripping my feet over pavement cracks. I don’t say shit to them but they go on and on, taunting and daring. I can’t even count how many there are any more and I’m not going to tell Kelly because there’s no way he’ll understand the migraines or the pebbles in my pockets. Got to make sure I start doing my own laundry, leaving the windows open. Got to get a new prescription, is what he’ll say, but he’s wrong as Christmas.