“change of plans” by Sasha on her balcony

Wednesday July 5, 2017
5 minutes
From an email

“There’s been a change of plans,” says Marie. I take a deep breath, in through my nose and out through my mouth, just like Janice taught me. “Why are you sighing?” Marie whines.

I’m driving on the 401 and I have Marie on speakerphone. “I’m already halfway there,” I say.

“We are meeting the Richards in Kingston,” Marie sounds irritated. I don’t know why. I’m the one who should be irritated. I’m the one who is on course two of the Calming Body Calming Mind tapes. I’m the one who is taking meditation classes at the YWCA.

“Val?” Marie barks.

“I’m here, I’m here.” I say.

“I tried to call earlier, but your phone was off.”

“You could always leave a message. I do check my voicemail.” I pull over onto the shoulder, and pop my seat back so I’m completely horizontal.

“change of plans” by Julia on F’s couch

Wednesday July 5, 2017
5 minutes
From an email

Change of plans, I don’t love you anymore.
Pack the tiny cooler bag your aunt gave us before we rode our broken car all the way to Saskatoon.
Find yourself a couple of crackers
to eat on the way.
I wanted it to be you.
You are not the only one disappointed here.

Change of plans, I don’t love you anymore.
Take your collection of
play things
all the broken bobby pins
you didn’t ask to break
the pen lids, all twisted
into useless
the cloud of sugar lint
in your pants pockets.