“they must not wait for him” by Julia on the couch

Monday May 18, 2020
11:58am
5 minutes
Tacitus
The Histories

They must not wait for him
for he will never be ready
not the level they wish him
to be and so they must forgo
the waiting game and play on-
play something else.

He has tried but he has also
decided on a subconcious level
where his priorities lie and
he will hang on because it doesn’t
feel good to let go because what
would that even look like?

He is ready with a response and a can-do attitude but underneath he
has already jumped ship! He cannot do what they are waiting for him to do. He will eject himself from the capsule before the signal because he thinks he’s drowning!

Then they are there waiting for him trying to get out of the water, flailing around, because he didn’t trust them to save him! But they were there the whole time.

They knew at the outset based on his blood pressure, censors all tubed up in him, that he was scared and going to act from that place!

“Women who sit, unwashed” by Julia at the desk

Wednesday April 22, 2020
9:05pm
5 minutes
Do You Know Any Lazy Women?
Cynara Geissler

I am not a women who sits unwashed
unless you count today
yesterday
and then before that too there was a stretch.
I don’t care anymore, I’ve decided, if that makes
me an unlikable narrator.
I’d rather be a reliable one.
I’d rather you put your trust in my hands and let me show you.

Sometimes I get mad when you question my honesty, but what I’m
most upset about is you not trusting your own which leads you
to all that not trusting anybody else stuff.

I am not a women who sits unwashed
not usually.
Or usually what’s the difference now.
What’s the difference if the bangs are
frizzed out or if they frame the face.
What’s the trajectory from the couch to
the office when the office is sometimes
bed sometimes breakfast.

I won’t hide about that part.
There’s no table cloth right now because the tables
tell a different story.
The tables house the pens, the weed, the hot water bottle,
the slow cooker, the squishy baseball, the camera.
The tables suspend all of the parts of ourselves we might need
ambling from room to room

“Sure thing sugarsnap” by Julia at Nicole’s table


Thursday, September 4, 2014
11:22pm
5 minutes
a text message

daddy used to call me sweetie and it used to make me laugh
daddy used to call me sweetie and now it makes me cry
he stayed with me on the night my monsters kept me
he stayed with me there when i got lost in the sheets
he stayed with me just outside the bathroom while I counted the tiles
daddy used to call me sweetie and it used to make me laugh
daddy used to call me sweetie and now it makes me cry
he stayed with me on the day i spent 4 hours in the hospital
he stayed with me there when my face blew up like a balloon
he stayed with me until morning so i wouldn’t wake up in the middle wondering
daddy used to call me sweetie