“The day care lies at the base of an oak tree” By Sasha on the couch

Monday January 27, 2020
11:09am
5 minutes
Gods at Play
Susanne Antonetta
I wish I believed in God or grace or the unbearable lightness of being.
I wish I knew the twelve times table and how to build an IKEA bookshelf and how to care for an orchid.
I wish I was a Sagittarius and had a thicker head of hair and trusted more people.
I wish I wasn’t so stubborn and cranky and had less dry skin.
I wish I called my mother more when she was still alive and told her what I’d made for dinner and thanked her for teaching me how to cook for myself.
I wish I’d told Winona that I’d loved her and that I always would and that thirty five years later I’d still jerk off to the thought of her in her school uniform chewing gum.
I wish I read the newspaper and would have the guts to cancel my subscription it just becomes fire starter and who needs to pay so much for that.
I wish that I understood politics and plumbing and women.
I wish I was a homeowner and had been to the Grand Canyon and that I actually liked Kanye West’s music.
I wish that I didn’t want to keep everything sentimental and that I didn’t cry when the Leafs won and that my mother was still here to bring me her pecan granola.

“developmentally disabled adults” by Sasha at her desk


Thursday October 2, 2014
5:14pm
5 minutes
from a SSHRC proposal

I wish that I could speak these words to you, in a whisper, in your left ear, cuz it’s closer to your heart. I wish that I could speak these words to you, and only you, you and me alone in a room smelling eachother like animals, my breath like earl grey tea, your armpits like oak trees. I wish that I could speak these words to you, eye to eye, transmitting the ever present light, transmitting the ever present now. I wish that I could speak these words to you, belly to belly, no words actually necessary, but the icing on the carrot cake, cinnamon scented, cream cheese and maple syrup.