“in contact with eyes” by Julia in her bed

Wednesday October 17, 2018
5 minutes
From the soap dispenser

I think the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me is you like my eyes better naked. That was surprising to me. I didn’t think you noticed one way or the other. I wonder what else you see but don’t respond to. I respond to everything that I see. I might not ever let you off the hook. You might say that I’m projecting and you wouldn’t be wrong. I am mad that you spoke to me in a voice so much smaller than yourself. But I already know who started that one. I am getting quicker to the truth of me. It’s nice that you like me like that.

“in contact with eyes” by Sasha on her couch

Wednesday October 17, 2018
5 minutes
From the soap dispenser

It smells like burning

and Damon is running around
like a demon or a chicken or something
I’m on the back porch hanging
the laundry on the line
The black flies are out
I’m trying to do it quickly

“Damon! Come help!” I call
but he’s off in the plum trees
or bringing the pigs the scraps
from lunch or chasing bunnies
behind the shrubs

It smells like burning but
I don’t see smoke on the horizon
so maybe I’ll ask Jim about it
when he gets home

We haven’t had sex in over a month
me and Jim because he’s still
recovering from that fall off the ladder
I’m going strange and wild
and he’s going quiet and moody

Damon comes running towards me
and I throw a pillowcase on him
and suddenly he’s a ghost