“she’s in a shoe store with her friends,” by Julia at her desk

Friday August 2, 2019
9:42pm
5 minutes
Some Notes Against the Burden of Representation
Rahat Kurd

She’s waiting for her dad because on Saturdays her dad takes her to lunch.
He takes her to the food court and lets her pick: Chinese food, or New York Fries.
He’s sweet to her on these days, shows her off to his employees.
They talk about her hair, how it’s like his, how she looks just like him.
She’ll help him rearrange the shoes in the window after she wipes down the clear shelf.
She feels like she’s helping him. He’ll likely redo it after she leaves.
The faster the shoes get organized in the window, the faster he can take his break.
He is sweet to her on these days, doesn’t tell her how to do it better.

He throws his tie behind his shoulder and dives in to the burger, or the chicken balls.
He asks if she’s done any good shopping yet and she tells him about the earrings she bought; little ladybugs
She won’t remember what they talked about years from now but here in this moment she thinks she’ll never forget.
Next Saturday she should ask her friend if she wants to come, he says he’ll drive them.
Maybe they could catch a movie at the Cineplex Odeon in the afternoon.

“You were the scene of the crime” by Sasha on the 99 going West


Saturday, July 25, 2015
10:47pm
5 minutes
Trailer Park
Jenn Grant


I need a new bra. The one I mostly wear has a broken hook that scratches my back and the underwire is popping out. I think to myself, “This is a good opportunity to do some ethical purchasing!” and I get online and research “ethical bras”. Two hundred dollars plus shipping from California? I just… I can’t. My tail between my legs, I drag myself to a mall. I haven’t been to a mall in over a year and the lights immediately make me feel nauseas. The people are walking to slowly, or too fast, and they all look the same. I look the same as them. It’s a crisis. I go into La Senza. Seven panties for twenty eight dollars! Push up bras! Negligees! Boy shorts! Sassy sexy overload of pink and black. I am ashamed. I just want a fucking bra, maybe two, so that I don’t have to go through this again anytime soon! I grab a few, nothing crazy, one flesh-toned, one pink, and a handful of thongs. I peel off my tank top and wonder who made these, whose fingers touched where my nipple will be, where my shoulder supports the weight of my breasts.

“People and shopping” by Julia at Dreyfus Cafe in Clapton

Saturday January 10, 2015 at Dreyfus Cafe in Clapton 4:03pm 5 minutes from a map of London So one time my dad took us, my sister and brother, and I, you know, all three of us, to the mall and we were supposed to meet Santa and whatever. But there was this huge line so we were being huge brats, you know, all three of us, my brother and sister and I. So my dad’s like, nope, not dealing with spoiled rotten apple children, so he yells at us right there in the line for fucking no good Santa and everyone in the world stares at us like we’re animals in a cage or something, fighting each other with teeth and claws out.. And then my dad looks around like it’s the first time he realizes he’s awake that day, and he just starts to laugh. He throws his head back and cackles so hard that all three of us, my sister and brother and I, all start laughing too. Just howling. Losing it. And people are still looking at us like animals in a cage only this time we look like possessed creatures who love each other. When we stop laughing my dad says, let’s go take a sleigh ride instead! So we go and we end up having to wait in an even longer line…but this time with much more enthusiasm.