“regular procedures” by Sasha at her desk


Wednesday April 5, 2017
12:40pm
5 minutes
From the thesis formatting guidelines

You can ask for what you really want sweet thing
I’ll turn on your power switch and we’ll ride
into the dark night with nothing but lipstick
and bathing suits
nothing but tequila and toasted english muffins

I was never sure about the deep azure of your dreaming
it turned by stomach with it’s vibrancy
with it’s tenacity
and now I’m the one chugging coffee
with my foot on the gas
pushing
pushing harder
harder
faster
pushing

Hysterical laughter over the irreverence
of the wish
“Ambition is a dirty word” you say

“regular procedures” by Julia at her desk


Wednesday April 5, 2017
12:53pm
5 minutes
From the thesis formatting guidelines

I am sitting across from you
you are either editing your novel
(YOUR FUCKING NOVEL!!)
or worrying about being ripped off
Even when you’re busy you look up when it’s time
mouth 1234 to me and smile
wait for me to stop what I’m doing
so I don’t miss it
so I don’t forget to believe in magic

I am sitting across from you
you are either playing a new riff on your guitar
or researching guitars that have headphone jacks
this is a very nice gift for me
even though it comes at a cost for you

I am sitting across from you
I am either telling the world about you
or trying to sell my clothes online
our feet are touching
it’s nice

you told your contract job that your girlfriend
isn’t too happy about you working from home
because she has now gained an office mate
but no other office mate
has let me rest my feet on his before

“Amusement park adventures” by Sasha on her couch


Tuesday April 4, 2017
10:47pm
5 minutes
From The YouTube video Joe is watching

“You’ve relieved so much of my guilt, Sandy… Thank you so so much.” Julie cut the crusts off of the egg salad sandwiches. “I’m tired of feeling guilty,” Sandy said, popping ice out of a pink tray and into the punch bowl. Julie knew what she meant. She’d been up half the night with Tommy who had had some awful nightmares. Julie had wondered if it was because she’d started back to work. Maybe Tommy wasn’t ready to be left with Consuela. Maybe everything was happening too fast.

“I’m thinking about taking Gabriel and Kimberly to the amusement park on Sunday, would you and Tommy like to come?” Sandy came close to Julie and smiled. Julie could smell her perfume. Something expensive. Lily of the valley and vanilla.

“Every day 6-9 PM” by Sasha at Allegro Coffee


Monday April 3, 2017
8:57am
5 minutes
From the napkin dispenser at Allegro Coffee

Smells like something’s burning in here. Can’t bug Tina cuz she’s restin’. I’ll go and check things out. Can’t open the oven though. No hands. Don’ know why Tina puts the dinner in when every day from six til nine she’s passed out in her bed or on the couch. Sometimes I wake her right up with barkin’. She doesn’t like that though. She’ll sometimes even hit my snout or my back, sayin’, “Why you screamin’, Rocky?!” Poor Tina. Ever since the twins went away to the oil sands she’s really not feelin’ good. Those kids were her whole world and now all she’s got is the TV and her part time job at the pharmacy.

“we’ve never properly met though.” By Sasha at her kitchen table


Sunday April 2, 2017
9:19pm
5 minutes
From a text

“I’ve noticed you for months, but I don’t think we’ve ever properly met?” You reach out your hand and it’s cold. I don’t know if I expected warmth, or if that’s just a fantasy. Warmth.

“How’re you liking it here so far? I know Teddy can be a baboon.” You sit beside me and my arm feels as though it’s turned to ice.

“He’s fine. It’s fine.” I choke on my asparagus salad.

You pass me my glass of water. I drink.

“Are you coming to Krystina’s thing tomorrow night?”

“I didn’t know – …”

“Oh, well, you should come. I’ll be there.”

I am supposed to go to Pilates. Deb is going to kill me.

“Sure, I’ll come…”

You smile, Cheshire Cat. You lean in close and whisper,

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“their mothers will be there if needed” by Sasha at her desk


Saturday April 1, 2017
10:46pm
5 minutes
Hold Me Tight
Dr. Sue Johnson


“Call me if you need, okay Amy?” My mother has hidden a cell phone in the lining of my sleeping bag. We aren’t allowed electronics.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” I tell her, but she is the most stubborn woman in the “whole dang province”. That’s what Bill-the-third-husband says.

Mom drops me off at the camp entrance and says, “text tonight before bed, okay? If it’s creepy or anyone here has tried anything strange with you, I’m coming back to pick you up.” She tosses her cigarette out of the window and a small brush fire starts.

“Please just go? I’ll be fine,” I say, opening up my water bottle and trying to stamp out the flames.

“Amusement park adventures” by Julia on the fun chair


Tuesday April 4, 2017
8:57pm
5 minutes
from The YouTube video Joe is watching

HashBrown slurps chocolate milk up through a licorice straw and refuses to make eye contact with me
I stand there with my hands on my hips like my mama taught me
I say “I’ll wait” like my mama showed me how
“I’ll wait” means You Can’t Hide From Me
Means Don’t Think I Don’t See You Avoiding Your Responsability About This
means I’m Older Than You In This Moment With Your Sleeves
Pulled Down Over Your Hands