Blurburger Zine no.4

Conversation overheard on the bus between two young women.

    A: How long have you known Emma?
B: Ah, yeah, since school. We met when we were 7. The first time I met her she saved me...
    A: Saved you?
B: ...from a crow.
    A: What?
B: A crow. It was in the art room. There was an open window so I suppose that's how it got in. I had to drop off some artwork but the teacher wasn't there.
    A: Just the crow?
B: Yeah. At first I didn't see it. It was on top of some shelves. I put my artwork on the desk and heard this death rattle behind me.
    A: Death rattle?
B: Mm. Like, you know, ahhhhrggg.
    A: Laughs.
B: So I turn around, see this gigantic shiny black fucking bird and I scream and dive under the teachers desk.
    A: Wow.
B: Yeah, so I'm about to literally piss my panties, and I scream for someone to help me. Emma was walking past, sticks her head in the door and says, "Jake?".
    A: Jake?
B: Yeah, heh. She said later I sounded just like her little brother when I screamed. So I tell her not to come in 'cause there's a crow, and to go get a teacher. And she...
    A: Yeah?
B: ...disappears without saying anything. I thought she'd freaked out and run away, but a minute later she was back. She says to get ready to run out the door, but then she says, "Oh no!" From under the desk I ask what's wrong, she says, "Don't worry about it, get ready..."
    A: Then?
B: Then there's horrible screeching, like really loud and horrible. Emma yells out, "Go! Come on!" I'm petrified but scoot out from under the desk and run to the door. Once I was out, Emma shuts the door and I peer back into the classroom through the door's little window. You know those little windows they have?
    A: Yeah, I do. But what did you see?
B: Emma was pressed right up against me and we both watched as the crow was fighting a seagull.
    A: A seagull. Really?
B: A friggin seagull, yeah. Then the seagull grabs something from the floor, and flies out the window, closely followed by the screeching crow.
    A: How? I mean... what?
B: Hehe. It seems Emma had run to the lockers, grabbed her lunchbox and was about to throw a ham sandwich towards the window to lure the crow away when she saw a seagull on the windowsill. She threw the sandwich anyway, told me to run, and then the seagull went for the sandwich, the crow went for the seagull and all hell broke loose.
    A: But you were safe.
B: Yep. Thanks to Emma. Look. I have a crow tattoo on my arm here. And Emma...
    A: Ha! Don't tell me. Has a matching seagull tatt?
B: Hehe. Nope. You know Emma. Hers is a ham sandwich.

Poem: Between

I've often thought of palm trees
between the morning's molars

where orange mugs
bridge my days
until the moon
pins my apartment
to the desert's dour mood

cupped between windows I kneel
bereft in the breathless room
humming
humming
humming

Photos

^ I took this photo by holding up the CD "Infinite Suns" by Band of Horses (it really does look like that!) and looking through the hole to my Astroboy figurine. He doesn't look like he was having fun here, but he was just hangry.

^ Pool noodle / Space needle

^ The foot is not my foot. Ugh imagine! It's a tiny rubber foot from a doll that had just had a wash because it had lived for god knows how long in a corner of a charity store.

^ Gimmee c-c-c-c-offee

More small things made of wishes

A lone red leaf, ink on my finger, diamonds, diamonds in your eyes, jellyfish, giggles, rainbows, bubbles frozen in iceblocks, lasagna, reflections on a glass, the smell of fresh sheets, the feel of fresh sheets, the memory of fresh sheets.