“A federal statutory holiday” by Sasha at her desk

Saturday July 6, 2019
5 minutes
From a Wikipedia page re: Canada day

Mona is grateful for Canada Day because it means time and a half. She doesn’t know about colonization or the traumatizing effects of fireworks on refugees from countries where there’s war. She’s ignorant to the questionable politics. She doesn’t even know how much she likes it like that. Mona stocks tampons and pads, adult diapers and lube. She wishes she could listen to music, her own music not the bullshit they play in the store, but she makes due.

“Hey Mona, how’s it goin’?” Says Jeremiah. Jeremi-ahhhh.

“Hey…” She’s holding a box of ribbed Trojans.

“Are you going down to the lake for fireworks tonight?” He looks at his high tops.

“I don’t know…” She touches her braid.

“MADE IN CANADA” by Sasha on her couch

Monday March 31, 2014
5 minutes
the hotel shampoo bottle

Before I knew it we were drinking champagne and taking off our pants. Shirts stayed on. We just weren’t there yet. You’d been given the champagne as a birthday present from Glen. “It’s nice,” I said, the bubbles going up my nose. You’re wearing undies with purple flowers, boy-short style. I’m wearing a thong, black, a bit stretched out, but I don’t feel weird. “I wish I had Dad’s ass…” You said, and what you really meant was mine, but I have his so… There you go. We laughed. “Don’t fart on the couch,” you said, and I rolled my eyes. “Let’s order pizza!” You were a bit tipsy, you hardly ever drank. “Pizza! It’s friggen Canada Day! Let’s get poutine!” You wrinkle your nose.