Tuesday, April 14, 2015

*I've been chasing grace, but grace ain't so easily found

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

 Haiku for a Diagnostic Mammogram Callback
It's nothing I'm sure
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

Haiku for a Follow Up Ultrasound #2
Doctor holds my hands
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.

Doc's clicky pen tool 
Takes core samples of the mass 
One, two, three, four, clicks.

You would be amazed 
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.

I answer shaking
Fuck yeah, it's benign! Benign!
relief floods my chest

*One Good Year - Slaid Cleaves

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