“I feel so dirty.” by Sasha on her couch


Wednesday October 28, 2015
8:30pm
5 minutes
A Thin Green Mist
Robert Shaw


She wakes
Her hands wet
Saliva? she wonders
She falls back
Sleep
The ledge
She wakes
Her hands stuck
Touching herself again?
No she’s gooey
She’s spinning webs again
She’d hoped that it ended when
the leaves changed
when the days got short
when the dark got long
She sleeps
Maybe this time it’ll be different
Maybe this time it’ll change
She wakes
A web the size of the rug in the living room
Hand spun
Hand woven
A web
“Don’t open the door!” she calls
Not wanting you to get caught
Feeling sweaty
Feeling damp
Feeling dirty

“I wanna see it up close” by Julia at 49th Parallel


Friday October 17, 2015 at 49th Parallel
11:41am
5 minutes
from a text

Carl grabbed the giant daddy long legs with a rubber band and squished it between his fingers. I looked at him with my mouth hanging all the way to the floor.
“What did you do that for?”
“What, it was a daddy long legs!”
“I know what he was, but why did you do it!?”
“It was crawling everywhere. It was going to get into our salad.”
“Screw the salad!”
“Words I never thought you’d ever say…”
“Carl!”
“WHAT?!”
“You killed an innocent little thing for absolutely no reason.”
“You would have let him live in our dinner?”
“Yeah. Maybe I would have. It’s not like he was trying to ruin our meal, Carl.”
“Well, what’s done is done. It’s too late for your bleeding heart to do anything about it.”
“Ugh. You’re such a…never mind.”
“A what, say it.”
“A caveman.”
“Oh my god, Trace, it was a stupid daddy long legs!”
“Tell that to your penis later.”

“Let’s make a list” by Sasha on the B-line


Friday February 13, 2015
5:36pm
5 minutes
Overheard at Great Dane Coffee

Let’s make a list of the places where you live in me
Equal parts below and above the bellybutton
Where you often stick your pinky finger
Amazed at it’s depth
When I put my nose in yours
It smells like summer
A small remembrance of yesterday’s sweater
I collect it
A pillow for a spider
The good luck kind

In the space where we feel
Below the sternum
The solar plexus
That fragile brave hollowness
You live there
Snuggled like a puppy
Curled around yourself

“And I like to surprise him with something sweet” by Sasha on her bed


Sunday February 9, 2014
11:31pm
5 minutes
http://www.brooklynsupper.net

Build me an igloo
And I’ll make you a cake
Make me a bookshelf
And I’ll bring you a lake
Weave me a dream
And I’ll give you my heart
Shake out the spiders
And I’ll get a head start
Catch me a star
And I’ll stomp you a path
Listen to my songs
And I’ll run you a bath