Saturday October 29, 2016
overheard at Forth in Winnipeg
I can’t smell my own breath and that is terrifying
I assume it is fine and that is also terrifying
I do not drink coffee
Except on Saturdays
I do not smoke
But I do not floss either
So isn’t there a rule?
I spit though
I think that counts or maybe it doesn’t
But maybe it does
And maybe it doesn’t
I think I can smell anything
So I assume that I can be smelled
Beep boop beep boop
I think people who don’t
know how to do that
hate that smell
I am not sorry for the reek of me
The yeasty in between thigh truth
That tells everyone
Friday October 28, 2016
from LENNY Interview with Amanda Nguyen
Last time I was here the form asked what I used as contraception and the woman sitting right beside me was also reading that question and in unison we both said out loud: ABSTINENCE! And then we both laughed because we didn’t mean to say it out loud all but then there was an accidental performance of our sentiments and obvious life experiences and we felt an ease that was otherwise unavailable in the waiting room full of people waiting to find out some bad news or good news or respond to questions with good answers or with bad answers.
When I got out of my appointment that woman was still there, waiting for me. I smiled at her and then she asked if we could walk out together. As we exited the building she said: so is it lack of options? And I said: obviously. And she said: well have you ever considered—I mean–have you ever thought..inside the box?
Thursday October 27, 2016
from a Manitoba concert hall sign
Oh hi sorry, I didn’t recognize you. Usually you’re wearing that big-that uh-your face is-I’m sorry. Usually you look different. Are you okay? I mean, am I allowed to ask that? What I mean is, is it up to me to ask that? I don’t know if I should know to ask you to know not to or if I should or shouldn’t ask you if it’s okay to ask you how you are. There are a lot of rules here muddied in this-space between us-the uh-sorry-the space between what used to be okay and not okay. I think you fall under that category. I mean, you used to be okay. Seem okay, I’m sorry. I don’t know how to call you. Maybe you never liked that distinction? I don’t know if you like being called anything at all so that’s why I don’t know if I should ask you if you’re anything when you’re different from what you were before because maybe you were never that either and I just don’t know how to know you. I don’t know how to know if you want to be known at all.