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Showing posts with label jujubes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jujubes. Show all posts

Monday, 20 March 2017

What does it mean to be a woman


This is just me

menstruating
on some obscure corner
of the Internet
on Mother's Day.
 
I meant for it to be
more groundbreaking
and edgy
than it actually
turned out.
 
Slides of the in-
side of the vagina
don’t look much different
from slides of the larynx.
 
Both appear pinkish
and alive.
 
This is what I learned
from the only speech pathologist
I know.
And I trust her.
 
Once I had a speech pathology.
When I said,
“Menstruation,”
I pronounced it like
a three-year-old would.
 
“Men-
Stuation.”
Very cute.
And edgy.
 
What does it mean
to be a woman?
 
You might have
three to seven
fat days per year.
 
I tried to cancel these
the day I turned thirty,
and had mixed results.
 
The last time I had a fat day
Vincent was on vacation.



As a woman,

I can make

my own choices

about fat days.

 

As a woman

I’ve become

mostly well-versed

in forgiveness.

Phrases that begin with
“As a”
truly help a person
to feel smug.
 
But making a whole list
of such phrases
is annoying
and seems pretentious.

This is just me
wondering if
my eternal tits
have finally grown
and if anyone will notice
and if that makes me more
of a woman. 
As a woman,
I am better off
avoiding coming off
as pretentious.
 
This is just me,
once again hoping
some dude will enjoy
my performance.
 
The first play
I ever wrote
in my life
was called
Back
When I
Used To
Have a Prostate.
 
You don’t need a prostate
to have a urethra.
You don’t need an s,
to have two urethra
at least not today.
 
The Dépanneur Café
no longer serves jujubes
at least not today.
 
This is just me
hoping the dude
will find me delightful,
charming,
witty,
sincere,
possibly good-looking.
Cute.
Edgy.
 
This is just me
Feeling hungry,
But pretending I’m not
Hungry
Or dissatisfied
In any which way
Whatsoever.
 
The End.

This is just me
wearing the blazer
I am trading for Kombucha
Tomorrow
on the Trade Hole


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Tuesday, 31 March 2015

Jujubes

Although I am certainly no expert on what makes for a fabulous LinkedIn Profile, I thought that it might be in my best interest to remove the following paragraph from my summary section:

Excellent Speller:  Yes. When I was in grade one, Mrs. Vanden Bosch gave me a jujube every time I got a perfect spelling test.  My mother made me store them in a plastic bag because she didn't want me to eat jujubes every day.  By the end of the year, I had 47 jujubes.  Mrs. Vanden Bosch said that in total, I only made eight errors.  I ate all the jujubes during the year-end movie party.  We watched Rescuers Down Under, Duck Tales, and Bedknobs and Broomsticks. All I can remember is the slow accumulation of jujube acid on the inside of my cheeks.  Then my tongue went numb.  Mrs. Vanden Bosch skipped me into grade three.  Now I have Gifted Child Syndrome, and I never ever make spelling mistakes. 
 

Jujubes

At the Freak Lunchbox, Halifax’s favourite candy store, they sell chocolate covered jujubes in bulk. The chocolate is not even dark chocolate and it could be hiding a jujube of any colour. Probably it is a terrible to consume even one of these chocolate covered jujubes. And yet somehow, whenever I go to Freak Lunchbox, a handful of these questionable items make their way into my clear plastic candy bag. I only buy a quantity that I feel capable of eating in one go without deeply regretting it. So far I have never regretted any of the jujubes I have eaten. In fact, almost every time, I kind of wish I had bought more. 

Jujubes


The End.
Post-Script: 
Andy is a well-travelled teddy bear who has been to the Freak Lunchbox. I do not know if he likes jujubes. 
Andy, the well-travelled teddy bear
Apparently he had a very nice time in Halifax.
You can read all about it.


Andy lives in Chicago. This is what he looks like up close