“Why though” by Julia in her bed

Saturday May 26, 2018
5 minutes
From a text

He tells me he wants to lay in my light
As if mine is the laying kind
As if it might keep him safe
Or give him the good dreams

I can’t tell where he can and cannot lay
But I don’t know why he wants mine in the first place
When I tell the others what he said
one of them tells me he’s been saying things to them too

One of them tells me he’s trying to stay in as many of our good graces as possible
But I don’t know if he’s saying this to them in the same way
I don’t know if anyone says something about laying in the light of someone else unless it’s the kind of light you could really see yourself laying in.

People who tell you that you’re not the only one to receive a sturdy compliment are the same people who wish that compliment was said to them
They’re the ones trying to dim the light so there’s less to lay in

“Why though” by Sasha on the walk to Granville Island

Saturday May 26, 2018
5 minutes
From a text

Marina asks a million questions and it isn’t even seven. I don’t want to sound ungrateful, I mean we wanted her so bad, right, like we tried for three years and I was beside myself, I was so sad… We wanted her so bad. But the questions, man, I can’t fucking take it! I don’t know why the sky is blue?! I don’t know why grass grows up?! I don’t know how tree root systems work! Good grief, I barely know how to solve a fraction! She’s only three! What am I going to do when she’s seven… or nine… or fifteen!? Like, I’m freakin’ out! Why why why why why why – like, I’m losing my mind, I tell ya!