“breaks the silence” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Friday March 1, 2019
11:02pm
5 minutes
The First Treatise
Yara Farran

Sat by his bedside
day after day
The Don River moving
outside the floor
to ceiling windows
winter holds on
like holds on
How can we let go?

You astound me with
the openness of your heart
how it can break and bear
the greatest weight at the
same time
How you are capable
with your head in the
jaws of the beast

You both really like
the doctor this month
He’s honest
He reads poetry
When Death Comes

“I sent you an email” by Sasha at her kitchen table


Sunday, July 12, 2015
3:09pm
5 minutes
from a text message

I send you an email because I’m not sure what else to do. You’re so sick in our bed and I can’t come in there because there’s a high probability that I’ll yell at you or say something dumb like, “wanna go get gelato?” or, “you look like shit!”

The email says:

Hey!
Just wondering if you need anything? I’m going to CrossFit at 7… Please don’t die when I’m gone
Love ya!

You’re not going to check your email. You’re probably sleeping. You’re probably trying not to barf.

I send another one.

I’m terrible at this. I’m sorry. My Mom used to call my Gran to come when I was sick because she had no idea how to take care of anyone. Not even herself. Too bad my Gran’s dead or I’d see if she could come look after you…