“big comfy chairs” By Julia on the 99


Monday August 21, 2017
10:17pm
5 minutes
from an email

My head wants to cry and my eyes won’t let it happen. The woman beside me smells like cupcakes. The light is too bright, the windows are too open, and the woman beside me who smells like cupcakes is describing the dream she had about the big house and the sunroom. I do not picture big comfy chairs where my skin can sink. I see a pool warm enough for these cold August nights. I see a kiss on the temples where the pain likes to sit. The woman beside me who smells like cupcakes is gone and I am thinking about her dirty skirt and how terry cloth clothing always feels like the wrong kind of summer.
My head wants to pour out. Wants my eyes to get a bath. Maybe that’s what it will feel like from now on. Maybe that’s what happens after you stare directly at the sun taking the only break she ever gets.

“let’s make this the biggest” by Julia at her kitchen table


Saturday June 7, 2014
2:38am
5 minutes
An email from Luminato

I had a plan
I was like, yo this is my plan
You were like, yo what’s the plan
I was like, yo, hold up, I’ll tell you
I knew it would be big
I was like, yo this is going to be big
You were like, yo how big
I was like, it’s going to be bigger than big
I dreamt it up during the eclipse
I was like, yo this is the plan I had during the eclipse
You were like, yo what’s the plan
I was like, yo why are you so impatient, I’m getting there
I decided to include you
I was like, yo, I’m including you in this plan and it’s going to be so big you’ll die
You were like, yo, why would I want to be a part of plan that I was going to die because of
I was like, yo, it’s a figure of speech, this plan is going to kill you so dead you’ll be alive again
I wanted it to be the biggest
I was like, yo, let’s make this the biggest
You were like, yo how can I say yes if you’re going to tip-toe around this damn plan
I was like, yo, it’s no Mickey-Mouse plan what do you think I am, a freaking type-writer?