i once paid a man to carve a flower of
good fortune into my arm despite my lack
of luck. he told me i had thin blood each
time he dug the colours deeper into my skin
and the smell of anemia hit the floor like a
bomb going off; i left the parlour with the taste
of pennies in my mouth
so now i’ve planted gardens on my radius and
ulna and let them line my humerus so i can’t
forget to water them and no one can tear them
up from the soft soil of my skin
every so often people will comment on my
arms and tell me they are beautiful so i say
‘thank you’ but i didn’t do anything myself and
they pry and ask ‘why,’ and i can’t describe the
feeling of never being told by anyone that i was
beautiful growing up
i feel my stomach drop to my knees when i see
the news reports and the body counts. i feel like
shit when i cry about frivolous things like how you
told me once that venice is sinking or how you
can’t fall in love with me
i go to the racetrack once and a while and watch
the horses run like we used to and sometimes i place
a bet but i never win because that would be too easy,
Dreaming of Horses
(MUA GIna Campbell)
(You can tell a lot about a person by how much they smile while boning.)
This. This is my nightmare. An old co-worker left his bike out overnight and this is what he found when he came back. They took everything! I would cry and then cuddle Betty Foy’s lifeless body if anyone did this to her. She rarely stays outside, but this has made me think I should fix up the Fuji for a beater bike to be left overnight.
I have nightmares about this.
so casual. perfect.
The preliminary dates/locations for my book tour for Relish is here!
I have a lot to do before my tour, but what I really want to do is eat tacos and make a bookplate. But I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna do it all!
See you there?
OOOOH I AM SO EXCITED, YOU GUYS. I have been anxiously awaiting Relish for so long!
I will cross a border for this book tour.
Big headlines today that “at least” 3000 Native children died in residential schools, which is strange considering that over 90 years ago the former Chief Medical Officer for the Department of Indian Affairs published this report, wherein he detailed the “degree and extent of this criminal disregard for the treaty pledges to guard the welfare of the Indian wards of the nation.” He alleged deliberate genocide on the part of residential school officers, who he claimed were deliberately exposing Native children to diseases. Whether you believe that or want to accept the marginally-less-evil alternative that Native children were just dying in squalid conditions due to apathy and indifference, that 3000 number is a very, very low estimate.
i am either going to dye my hair or pierce my face.
pretty much the story of my life
all the lashes all the time