“what was that process like?” By Sasha at her desk


Sunday November 13, 2016
8:27pm
5 minutes
From an interview question

I keep seeing pictures of our future and your
brows are furrowed “So here we are”
I can’t see everything in focus
I see windchimes and mushrooms and candle wax
Maybe you’re calling the new me the one with
more patience and breath that smells like artichokes
Maybe you’re thinking about
the past Now
Soon all this will be forgotten from our minds
but remembered by the elephant hearts
that I cradle like unborn daughters
dreaming in their soft sleep
dreaming this future into Now

“FREE” by Sasha in her bed


Saturday November 12, 2016
12:41am
5 minutes
from a vice magazine

Your head is itchy. You know lice are extinct, so it can’t be that, it can’t be – … You catch a glimpse of yourself in the side of a building, monsters, you catch a glimpse and you’ve never seen yourself like this – head shaved, breasts shrunken, combat boots without laces, eyes that have seen too too much.

You clomp through the snow and can’t believe your eyes when you see a beggar, a man, a man with a beard, matted, without a coat, without teeth. He holds up a sign, made of cardboard, and it says, “FREE”. He’s smiling.

“he has a skunk butt” by Sasha at her kitchen table


Friday November 11, 2016
11:53pm
5 minutes
from a video game

“I don’t know what you want from me!” Kay screams. I can see her uvula. A bit of spit ends up on my cheek, but I let that go. It’s our first big fight. I want to hug her, because I know what kind of milestone this is, and that feels so good, even though everything about this feels bad bad very bad.

“Hello!? Are you even listening to me?!” Kay starts to cry. I grab her the box of tissues from the coffee table, and she smacks it out of my hand.

“I’m trying my best, Jules! I can’t do better than my best!” She looks like a terrier puppy and I’m mad but I’m also the happiest I’ve been in years.

“FREE” by Julia on her couch


Saturday November 12, 2016
12:38am
5 minutes
from a vice magazine

Smiles
They say
Are always free
Except they’re not are they
They’re not

I walk by you on the crowded street you make eye contact with me for too long I feel like you might be dangerous I smile at you because I don’t want to look afraid or weak or deceased
I injure myself in front of other people and I smile through the pain so no one knows just how much I’m hurting just how much I am human just how much I feel
I have to say no to someone but I can’t just say no to them I have to make sure they feel valued and validated and big and strong and important and so when I say it I say it with a smile