“skin hanging from a chicken soup bone.” by Julia desk

Wednesday January 9, 2019
8:51pm
5 minutes
Tuesdays With Morrie
Mitch Albom

If ever you should leave me, leave a note in your hand
by the bedside where you slept with your mouth open and
if ever you should leave me, do not go before you say
what goes in your mother’s bone broth soup in case I get sick one day
Because without you I don’t know if I’ll be able to
go on in my usual cadence, whistling simply will not do
I will be sad and lonely, and the house will be so quiet
your laughter will not fill it, how I wish I’d learned to file it
If ever you should leave me, don’t forget to mention Sweet,
where all the toilet paper is in case there is none left by the seat
I will miss your generosity, and where you stored the sieve,
I’ll be so lost without you, I won’t know how I will live

“We are not captives” by Julia at her kitchen table


Sunday February 10, 2013
1:51am
5 minutes
Mud, River, Stone
Lynn Nottage


Getting a bit hazy in my head.
Had a million questions to ask before bed.
Wished you would have stayed.
Instead you just left.
There’s an empty space now.
Ow Ow. My empty space hurts now.
Where are you in this moment.
On a cloud, I hope. That would be nice.
It would be a shroud of doubt.
It would be nice.
I hear violins and I like them.
You never left a note like all the other men.
Didn’t know how to sign your own name?
That’s what I’ll tell people.
Fear of dyslexia and that is okay.
You won’t have an airport bar all to yourself in any other life.
So HA!
Ha! Things taste good when you’re not tasting.
Things taste good when you’re not wasting.
We are not captives!
You said that in your sleep once.
I listened, I wrote it down, I framed it, and put it on the mantle in the living room.
You never even saw it. Never noticed. Those were your words!
Getting a bit hazy in my head.
Had a million questions to ask before bed.
Wished you would have stayed.
Instead you just left.
There’s an empty space now.
Woah, woah, my empty space is singing now.
Songs of you, wouldn’t that be nice?
Wouldn’t that be something to tell your friends.
I can prove I’m enough.
Give me half a chance.
Come back and I’ll promise to do your laundry until we both fall down dead.
I’ll let you wash my hair the way you always wanted.