“to make easy” by Julia on her couch

Tuesday October 22, 2019
5 minutes
Zanichelli Italian-English dictionary

the pill comes my way and I swallow, take the skin cells resting on the back of the hand and tilt my head back the way my mother taught me

it is to make it easier to stay up, to endure this shallow thud in the temple reminding me that I have been places and seen people and prepared a space for chaos today

the pill is advertised by the good looking man I live with and he will go as far as to feed it to me so I don’t even need to get off the sofa, unless there is more sorcery in the cupboard

he’s forgetting about

I have always been an easy target and you could say it’s because I want to believe in everything and everyone or on the flipside that I do not read enough of the news paper

in the fifth grade I saved my weather project for the night before and while everyone was saving harrowing news stories about biblical storms, an earthquake down south, a lightning bath off the coast, I cut out 7 clippings of the daily forcast and glued the tiny strips side by side in a binder

“Where are you going?” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Tuesday November 12, 2013
5 minutes
Overheard by Sasha on the Lansdowne bus

She holds the promise on her tongue like a purple pill. It melts. She swallows. Making mistakes used to be her hobby. Now she’s sure of one thing only. This. She didn’t mean to hurt you. She tried to resist it but… They’re calling for thundershowers tomorrow. They’re calling for hail, but up North. Not here. “You must forgive me,” she pleads. She doesn’t fall to her knees because it doesn’t even occur to her. She doesn’t clasp her hands because they’re arranging and re-arranging the newspapers on the table. She reads a headline she wished she cared about. You do. That’s what guts her. You care. “We should go to Quebec City.” She doesn’t know where it comes from, but it does. It comes. “We could get cheap flights from Chandra…” She’s not even that close with Chandra anymore. Not since she told her to go screw herself. Not since she said she couldn’t babysit Charlie.