“unable to” by Julia at Lindsay’s house


Wednesday, March 30, 2016
4:49pm
5 minutes
From an e-mail

Can’t keep my head on straight it’s a spinning
Got those blues again my heart’s a singing
I have a lot of lists saying try me try this try that and I don’t know what I think or if I think or what to think about any of it
Can’t keep my head on straight it’s a spinning
Got those dark blues shades of green my heart’s a singing
I said I would I said I wouldn’t I said I could but now I feel like I couldn’t
Even if I tried
Can’t keep my head on straight it’s loose and wobbling it’s a spinning
Got those blueish blues those greenish hues my heart’s a singing
Can’t cannot unable unstable
Can’t cannot unable unable

“Get just the right pick-me-up” by Julia at her dining table


Tuesday March 15, 2016
12:00am
5 minutes
pulpliterature.com

You go to sleep early because you’ve been up since 6:27am and you say that the mountains have made you tired again. I can hear you breathing from behind the living room wall. You sound like you’re trying to send me tiny signals as I stay up to paint my nails. I don’t like to go to sleep after you but it’s been happening more and more these days. I am racing against daylight and I can’t afford to take short cuts right now. I know your body’s heat by this time. I know that there’s a softness there in the curve of your back that fits most of my organs perfectly. I picture that spot while I think simultaneously about chicken thighs with preserved lemon or that surprise weekend getaway golden ticket you gave me for my birthday last June. You told me to pick wherever I wanted to go. I told you we could close our eyes, point on the map and go where our fingers land.

“cultural and community differences” by Julia on Lindsay’s couch


Sunday March 13, 2016
3:46pm
5 minutes
From a sample CV

In the moments of stillness
In between where you left and you loved me
I can count the number of breaths I have taken
On one hand
Maybe one and a half
The song I made you write for me plays
It never stops
It doesn’t know how
I don’t know how
I’m embarrassed that you didn’t want to do it
On your own
I could have asked
But I demanded
I could have invited
But I fought
I guess I was under the impression that
We do things for people
When we know it makes them feel good
I am sorry I put you in that category
Of people who care about people
Of people who give because they can
Not because they are tallying points
I am wrong too
I am happy to be so wrong
I am learning in the space between wrong and never right
You taught me that