“to stockings in the wash” by Julia on her couch

Monday April 1, 2019

9:24pm

5 minutes

Second Ultrasound

Stephanie Yorke

Mind wanders from you to them to this and I’m still pissed about the dirty lunch container left mocking me on the coffee table. Could have brought it to the kitchen when I was done. Then I would have washed it with the rest of things.

Mind wanders from here to that to all my stupid choices. Like that time I volunteered myself to film a commercial without getting paid and now every single person I know tells me they keep seeing it. Stupid like the time I didn’t drink enough water, felt the effects, and promised never to let that happen again until it happened again. And again. And again.

Mind wanders from that to this to

now to later to the way it could have been. To the almost.

I’m sorry what is there to say? I’m over here angry. I’m angry for you. I’m angry at all my shit but it’s nothing in comparison. It’s just shit.

“to stockings in the wash” by Sasha in her bed

Monday April 1, 2019
8:14pm
5 minutes
Second Ultrasound
Stephanie Yorke

I’m glad that the last thing I said to you
was “I love you”
those three words that
rock on the still water
held in perfect tired hands

you left
this life last night after
all these months of becoming
the truest pearl of yourself
the gruff softer
the truth closer the music soaring
above us in smoky curls

a sob is so close
the only language I know is water
connecting across provinces
across blood helping me to hold
my mother my sisters

these little lights