Lucy Shilton is a Concordia student who lives in Montreal, Quebec. In 2008, she was a recipient of the John Kenneth Galbraith Literary Award. Lucy has participated in Geist's International 3 Day Novel contest for the past few years.
ONE TOO MANY
In which I forget to forget that
there are so many things
a person can say
i won’t believe
In which I plug myself in.
in which I hear the WHITE NOISE peppered with tunes
In which I plug away at it. HOORAH
In which I sniffle SCHAZAM
In which I gouge ZAP
In which I face myself BLAM
In which I unplug, finally
FINALLY pardon my french | ||| ||| |||| || ||| |
In which I catch your big fish ROARING
You broke it, you bought it KACHING
Liar, liar, pants on fire...
In which I catch their eyes ZOOM
Knowing many lies ZOOM
Knowing nine lives ZOOM
This being the last...
In which I talk with my hands BLAH-BLAH-BLAH-YAK-YAK HYUK-HYUK
I stretch I splurge I splay I reach I splinter I whollop I test I trace I spin spin spin I twist turn pull punt box punch finger prod poke point wildly parch spray fist frolic fan twirl
In which the soap slips out of my hands
in the shower i
warmed and pissed on myself.
it flew away then
In which I pout
snap grin grin snap grin say no to drugs kapow click grin . my face, glued open and hurting
In which I fall for him
i want to get off
this cliff and land in his lap
hey! is that so wrong?
In which I justify my love
sex . six(teen) sit(ting) tit(tilating) pit(ter patter) fit(ness) fin(ish) pin(cushion) pun(itive) fun(eral) run(t) ran(sack) rat(ional) sat(urday) sap(ience) SOP...sexsexsexsex...whatever
In which I taste victory
for the first time, i managed to convince myself i was winning. i was running so fast, so hard, so aimlessly and i was burning up, burning holes in my lungs and my ape head and —shoulders up too high, he yelled at me from the sidelines. then i broke the tape and screamed.
In which I piss in their wine
I drank too much, and looking at his tattoo of a queen bathing in a martini glass made me wanna puke, but i pissed instead. they all looked at me, eyes flaring up, outbreak in glass.
In which I plan on dying
I’ve had enough. That’s all there is to it. Okay? Jesus, fuck off...
In which I commit a crime
I steal a candy bar and some sunglasses from the Dollarama. Big deal. I’m not sorry.
In which I have a nightmare
I used to thrash around in my sleep when I was a kid. Woke up with leg cramps and stuff.
Now I sleep like a log. But when I wake up, my head throbs. Whatever. It was just a dream.
In which I dream
One day, I was gonna be a famous artist.
One day, I was gonna be a teacher.
One day, I was gonna be a astronaut.
One day, I was gonna be a brilliant scientist.
One day, I was gonna be a ballerina.
One day, I was gonna be a fireman.
One day, I was gonna be a doctor.
One day, I was gonna be a architect.
One day, I was gonna be a farmer.
One day, I was gonna be a rich oil tycoon.
One day, I was gonna be a politician.
One day, I was gonna be a garbage man.
One day, I was gonna be a priest.
One day, I was gonna be a musician.
One day, I am gonna die...
In which I pinch myself
It hurts as bad as my tattoo of a queen bathing in a martini glass did. I don’t wake up.
Are we done here?
In which I fall asleep and don’t wake up
One too many. Two fewer, and I’d have shone shone shone the next morning, sunshine from an asscrack. Yeah, I’ve pretty much decided it’s over. I’m ready. Let’s take this outside.