“Pandemic of lilies” by Julia at the “cottage”

Wednesday June 17, 2020
10:03am
5 minutes
My Sister Says White Supremacy Is Turning Her Crazy
Morgan Parker

It’s now a different day but it still feels eerily like yesterday.
Uber Eats guy is on a first name basis with you. Wonderful. A bit
sad, but nobody else is witnessing this exchange, so, wonderful.
This time a spicy chicken sandwich accompanies the egg mc muffin
and double order of hash browns. Last time they forgot the extra
hash brown and you had to pretend like that did not make or break
your day but you could not stop talking about it for a week and
a half. The chicken this time, no mayo (you learned your lesson)
was a welcome addition and even though you felt greasy you felt
fed so you chose fed first and greasy as the bi-product and thing
that will likely get dislodged from memory with ease because that
is what keeps you and the Uber Eats guy on a first name basis.

You never ate takeout of any kind before the pandemic. You’d like
to think when this whole thing is over you never will again. But
you also know what lying to yourself sounds like and it sounds like
this. You wish you had a better habit, like buying fresh cut lilies
for the living room but you bought this habit. This deliver to your
door habit.

“writing poems on placemats.” By Julia on the 99

Thursday, March 15, 2018
6:44pm
5 minutes
Garlic In My Ear
Sparrow

Jerie told me she’d only move back to Vancouver if I could find her a two bedroom apartment that wasn’t being eaten. By what she did not specify, but the easy answer would be “at all”. I first asked her to come back when Elliot got in that car crash and was put into a coma. Surely someone in a coma couldn’t work the corner office. I wasn’t hoping for him to die, just, stay where he was. Jerie said it was a shitty thing to do and wasn’t moving on principal. I hadn’t touched her skin in 5 months. I guess I got desperate. She was right. But how do you woo someone with a bachelor apartment and a bachelor salary? The second time I asked her was after I got the side job at McDonalds. I started writing her reasons why on napkins. Wrote her sonnets on the backs of greasy placemats.

“Preach” by Julia on the 99


Thursday May 26, 2016
11:25pm
5 minutes
Overheard on the 99

Mickey and I were laying in her bedroom listening to Eminem and painting our nails. Her mother had called us once to come down for breakfast but we weren’t hungry because we had just finished a pack of Oreos and a pack of cigarettes. Mickey’s mother always smelled of canned ham but she worshiped on Sundays and Mickey wasn’t supposed to miss it. Mickey told me it didn’t matter, let her keep calling until that woman strains her voice and has nothing left for Jesus. Mickey’s mom had 3 other kids to get ready before service so she didn’t call on us as much as I thought she would. Mickey was already putting on her plaid vest with the fur and opening her window so we could bust out the heavy Sunday green. Mickey glanced at me from over her shoulder, a cigarette stuck to the dry part of her lower lip. She said “you’re lucky your mother doesn’t bug you when you’re just trying to have a good time.” I laughed for a second. Then I told her, “you’re lucky your mother is alive!”

“Share the love” by Julia at Go Studios


Wednesday May 25, 2016 at Go Sudios
12:12pm
5 minutes
From a sign at Platform Seven

I met Darryl at a McDonald’s the night I told Jer I’d pick him up a double cheese burger and two apple pies. Jer had been home sick all day, coughing and snotting all over our bed, probably on my side too because I know when he’s sick he likes to smell my pillow. Darryl was already finished his Mcflurry and was sitting by the window reading the Metro newspaper. He started talking to me. I think it was because of the pies. He asked me what I was going to do with two of them and I don’t know how, I wasn’t thinking, I told him he could have one if he wanted. As if, no, I don’t currently have plans to return these pies to my sickly boyfriend, here, stranger, please, enjoy one on me. Darryl accepted on the pretense that I sit with him for a few minutes so we could get to know each other. I liked the idea of talking to a man who wasn’t spitting up phlegm. I sat with him and told him my name. Darryl made us stare into each other’s eyes for 4 minutes without breaking contact. Once it was over he told me that now he could understand me; now he had seen my soul.

“It smells like fucking McDonald’s” by Julia on the walk home


Monday March 21, 2016
11:03pm
5 minutes
overheard on the 99

Remind me not to want to fuck Elliot for future’s sake. I swear to god this kid’s skin actually reeks of Big Mac. I saw him mowing down chicken nuggets this morning and then he somehow had special sauce on his face all through 3rd period so someone please explain that to me. When I first saw him and his giant sensual lips I was like, whoa, damn, hot damn, good lord, seriously, holy shit, no way, seriously, take me, touch me, holy shit, snail trail, holy shit. I would have wanted him to mack up on me but I think if he were to now it would have a completely different meaning. But it’s cause he also plays the guitar and that’s a huge turn on for me. But the excessive deep fry that seeps out of his pores is the opposite of everything I’ve ever wanted. I wonder if I can wear an inconspicuous nose plug???

“LIFT” by Julia on the subway going east


Wednesday, May 22, 2013
5:18pm
5 minutes
A United Rentals Truck

Take me higher, Creed song blaring on the car radio, mom found a station she could stomach listening to for a good five minutes. Me? No, always hated that song. Too many religious undertones. Too many weird guttural noises. Don’t know, ha. Which one I hate more. We were on our way to Grand Bend, think I mentioned at some point that I was hungry by accident and next thing I know I’m eating a McDonald’s happy meal and wishing I had gotten a different toy. No I wasn’t young. It feels like yesterday but it was definitely years before that. The smell of never discoloured French fries filled the car and the sounds of easy breezy contemporary listening or whatever. Mom? Oh she was wearing a big beach hat and a sundress with the straps hanging down so she could “catch some rays” as she liked to put it. I knew she was going to get a burn on her driving arm only but I kept my mouth shut around the mushy patty instead.