“beyond borders” by Sasha in the bath


Tuesday February 9, 2016
10:57pm
5 minutes
From a Curl Ambassadors business card

Mae got lipstick in this goodie bag and now all she wants to do is wear it. I feel like a dick for taking it away from her, you know, but, like, nothing wigs me out more than little girls all made up. I told her, “Save that for when you’re older,” but she doesn’t even get that concept, right? I hid it from her and she friggin’ found it! She friggin’ knows all my hiding spots… She’s six! What’s it gonna be like when she’s sixteen?

“Feed your creative juices” By Julia on her bed


Tuesday, August 4, 2015
1:05am
5 minutes
from a pencil case

Lana blotted the excess lipstick off with a square of toilet paper, remembering how her aunt Kathy showed her while she was living with her. Apparently Aunt Kathy was only supposed to stay for a couple weeks-a month tops- but things got complicated and before they all knew it, it had already been 4 years. Lana used to hear Aunt Kathy in the early morning when she would get up to shower and get herself ready for her receptionist job. When the water would stop, Lana would crawl out of bed and go sit beside the bathroom door, tapping on it quietly. Aunt Kathy would open the door, scoop her up and sit Lana down on the toilet seat while she did her makeup. Lana would have been two years old. She didn’t say a word, but she watched Aunt Kathy’s every move from the blush to the spacing out of her mascaraed eyelashes with the tip of a safety pin. On some days, Aunt Kathy would even put a little eye shadow on Lana, or let her taste a bit of her vanilla lip gloss.

“within 15 days” by Sasha at her kitchen table


Thursday, July 9, 2015
4:44pm
5 minutes
A letter from Health Insurance BC

The vines climb her legs like a joke
Like a hiccup
A mistake

Thursday night karaoke
no one can look away
from her song
She’s naked
Nipples like rosebuds
“Pat Benatar’s a good gardner”

She left her wedding ring at home
Not because she doesn’t love Cal
Because she’s too hot for metal
She’s melt it

The bartender makes a joke about the weather
Someone says
“Shhhhhh”
A sacrilege

“Who is she?”
A hand on a lower back
Mine
No one answers
It hangs in the air between the chorus and the bridge
A river

In the bathroom I want to kiss her but I don’t
I’m a puddle in my jean cut-offs
I know she’ll be gone in two weeks
They are moving to Mexico City
Cal got a job there

“Why don’t you ever sing?”
She puts on fresh lipstick
Red like the sky

“washroom of the bar” by Julia at Sambuca Grill


Thursday February 27, 2014 at Sambuca Grill
2:55pm
5 minutes
spiderwebshow.ca

I go down, I slip down to the washroom of the bar so nobody notices me. So nobody realizes I’ve gone. I need some alone time and I can’t have that here with these people drinking these cocktails eating these dirty fingered bar nuts. I bring with me my flirty lipstick. I leave my phone in my purse hung over my chair. I don’t tell anyone to watch my stuff cause I don’t want anyone watching my anything. I go down, I slip down to the washroom of the bar so I can look at myself in the mirror and give my head a break. I need to see myself sometimes when I’m in a crowded place. When I’m so busy smiling and listening with my whole face that I don’t remember what I look like. I don’t remember what my soul looks like. I’ve got my flirty lipstick. I can hear the bass, I can hear the shriek laughter, the bartender breaking a second glass. I escape. I escape it all. I get into the washroom. The washroom of the bar and I want to stay here for a bit. I finally understand why they call it a ‘stall’.