“how will you use your” by Julia on her couch

Saturday June 8, 2019
5:12pm
5 minutes
from a Women Deliver notepad

My dream is to one day wake up and remember the reason i started losing sight
In this same dream, I do not spend as much time erasing as i go, finding the
red underlines too distracting to move forward; an excuse
This dream watches me surrender more to the moment and to acknowledge the muse
fluttering in and out of my porch window instead of finding reason to avoid
getting to the end of the sentence. A monster is at the end of the sentence.
The choice/iteration.
Wouldn’t want to end it too late, and make her angry; find out what
it really wants to say.

IN this dream I would not edit every moment in my head if I’m in them. I would
choose to be IN this dream, this body, this moment.

“Fruit can wait” by Sasha in her bed


Friday December 2, 2016
11:22pm
5 minutes
From a text

I listen to music louder now
and pick pomegranate seeds out of their
cozy wombs in the morning before I
turn on my phone and see anything
outside the walls of our belonging.

I worry less about saving
what’s best for last
Because all we have is now and
even water is tarnished and breakable
and able to be colonized.

“I never used to notice this awful quiet” by Julia on her couch


Friday January 23, 2015
1:16pm
5 minutes
from a song by The Be Good Tanyas

Stings like pine needles pricked into my brain-
Where have you been?
Don’t bother me with little words.
I begged you not to leak here.
I asked you nicely not to unload real feelings near this.
And you cry cry cry.
Faucet leaky and abandoned.
Then I hear the high pitched song of the radiators. About to explode. About to change tunes forever-Where you’ve been don’t bother me. But where you are I can’t seem to wrap my head around.
Are you happy now? Are you here? I never noticed this sadness. I always saw it from a distance, bleeding into the landscape before. Now it’s mine and it’s heavy and it’s not just a blurred line off beyond the horizon. Now it’s mine and it’s loud. This crippling tender quiet.

“I never used to notice this awful quiet” by Sasha in front of the fireplace


Friday January 23, 2015
10:36pm
5 minutes
from a song by The Be Good Tanyas

Taking into account all the times I’ve lied
I make a shadow puppet collage on the wall and throw a teabag at it
It sticks
YES
I’ll peel it off in the morning
Read the leaves
A gypsy of relentless love and misunderstanding
Wild like the moon
Deep like the desert
“You’re so sensitive” you say
Like it’s a curse
Like it’s a bad thing
“No, no” you say
“That’s not what I mean”
And then
Two hours later
Two emojis in place of words
Of something I can hold on to
A heart
A hand
waving