“Bowl of acceptance” by Sasha in Szos’ office


Thursday, December 31, 2015
12:10pm
5 minutes
Overheard in the Living Room

The house is cold in the morning
Frost kissing mandalas on the window above the sink
A dissonance to my warm belly and toes
I wash a lemon
Cut it into four sections
Fill a glass with water
Squeeze one quarter of the lemon into the water
A seed sinks to the bottom
I press the edge of the glass to my lips
and drink
Wondering
again about the
toxic acidity that the medicine woman said is heavy in
my body

We only get one

“take her children to church” by Julia at her desk


Thursday June 4, 2015
1:01am
5 minutes
Vogue
October 2014


She wakes up early in the morning, before the sun does, before the man does. He sleeps like a bear anyway. He wouldn’t notice if the house was on fire. He wouldn’t notice if his testicles were dipped in hydrochloric acid. For the record she has considered both options. She decides on sneaking her babies out without causing any physical pain. She doesn’t want to add to her little ones’ suffering. God knows they’be been through enough. She dresses her sleeping children as best she can. Georgia’s eyes flap open and she knows if she’s to wake anyone, Georgia’s the best one. She loves secrets. She’ll be good at helping her get the other two ready. She doesn’t even worry about the snoring bear. Georgia is quiet but she is curious. She puts her fingers to her lips and smiles with her eyes.