What I’m Reading: Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed - these are excerpts from her Dear Sugar advice column, and they are so true and lovely and heartfelt. I also just finished The Rosie Project which I loved. It's a novel told from the perspective of a genetics scientist who clearly is on the autism spectrum, but is seemingly unaware of that. His voice is funny and endearing and brave as he tackles social challenges. LOVE.
What I’m Listening to With Harrison On Our Commute– The Swiss Family
Robinson - man I loved this book in the 5th grade. I would very much like to make my own plates and bowls and spoons from gourds and coconut shells, and discover sugar cane, and mine my own salt...I mean I would in my IMAGINATION. In real life that shit's hard, yo!
When Harrison is not in the car: I am listening to Slaid Cleaves, who I have loved for years. In fact, I'll be seeing him play tomorrow! Big fat yay!
What I'm Watching: Daredevil, Game of Thrones, Mad Men, Vikings, and as of this mornong's workout - the Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt (Unbreakable! They alive, dammit! It's a miracle! - omg this show is hilarious)
Here is a series of haiku I wrote following my recent annual mammogram, and all the fun things that followed. All the images except the last are borrowed.
Haiku for a screening mammogram
Pull
and stretch and pull
Then squash and smash and flatten
Hold your fucking breath
Then squash and smash and flatten
Hold your fucking breath
It's
nothing I'm sure
It's nothing I reassure
But I'm scared to death
It's nothing I reassure
But I'm scared to death
Haiku for a Follow Up Ultrasound #1
Smear
me with the gel
And look over at the screen
Even I know that's not good
And look over at the screen
Even I know that's not good
Haiku for a Follow Up Ultrasound #2
Doctor
holds my hands
Looks me in the eyes and says
“Test confirms a mass”
Looks me in the eyes and says
“Test confirms a mass”
Haiku for an ultrasound guided breast biopsy #1
The
ultrasound tech
Won't laugh at my nervous jokes
That's total bullshit.
Won't laugh at my nervous jokes
That's total bullshit.
Doc's
clicky pen tool
Takes core samples of the mass
One, two, three, four, clicks.
Takes core samples of the mass
One, two, three, four, clicks.
You
would be amazed
How many times I can still
Google breast cancer
How many times I can still
Google breast cancer
They
said they would call
By Monday. Now it's Friday.
Time is an old whore.
By Monday. Now it's Friday.
Time is an old whore.
I
answer shaking
Fuck yeah, it's benign! Benign!
relief floods my chest
Fuck yeah, it's benign! Benign!
relief floods my chest
*One Good Year - Slaid Cleaves
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