“if she was obligated to say” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Tuesday January 9, 2018
11:02pm
5 minutes
Pamplemousse
Dominique Bernier-Cormier

Monique makes the bed with hospital corners just the way Nana taught her. She tiptoes down the stairs. Ever since Graham became a teenager he’s been sleeping until the afternoon and he gets very very angry if anyone wakes him up. Dad says that it’s fair game after ten on the weekends, but it’s before seven so she’s got to stay quiet as a mouse. Dad must be out in the barn. She wonders how he slept last night. Sometimes she hears him pacing in his room hours and hours after she’s gone to bed.

“WHeat=” by Sasha on her couch


Friday January 10, 2014
1:13am
5 minutes
from building graffiti on college street

I hate to make the bed but I do because my Pops told me that a man that doesn’t make his bed is a man that doesn’t deserve a woman in it. So I make the bed, because I can never get the Old Man’s voice out of my head. I find this fucking hair elastic. It’s blue. It’s overstretched. Girls and their goddamn hair elastics. You and your… The bobby pins were everywhere. In the couch, the washing machine, the glove box. How many stray hairs have you got? Shit. I’d make a pile of them and leave them on the table with a note, written on the back of a receipt that said, “We could build a house out of these fucking things.”