A very short story.

Her therapist told her not to get hung up on perfection. The opposite of done is perfect, she’d said, and Monica wasn’t sure if that was the actual quote but it got the point across and kept her from feeling guilty popping the top on a…

I do not want to grind any more
no hustle
no blessing
no slay
I do not want to high knees or
move mountains or
leave a mark
or make an impact

I want to slow roll down a grassy
slope eyes closed
catch a butterfly
hold my breathe in the presence of

I can promise you my bathroom has never been
so clean as the time I
listened to Andrea Gibson read the holy words to
Thank Goodness while I scrubbed
and while I screamed

there are
and will always be some things that are made clean
and holy
through inner contemplation
outward resignation
through quiet
and other…

so after all
that bullshit
it turns out
we are still doing
still swaggered sweaty summer
late night creek side simmer
sort of middle school wet dream
fantasy mid thirties
kneeling alongside open car
doors road trip
side show
slow down slow roll
knees bent
stations of the crop top
chop shop hot shot
stick shift to
slide around spread wide

Me (far left), James, and our family ❤

We are driving east across rural Montana when I get the news that James Patrick Fortin has died. A few hours earlier, as my old and trusty van rumbled down gravel roads in West Glacier, we’d turned on Bohemian Rhapsody and sung loudly, all the voices. …

I think about dying every day
so when Eric the yoga instructor encourages us to inhale
and then exhale and
then close the back of our throat and
let ourselves feel empty and let ourselves feel need
I think
*this* is how I want to go
laying on my back or stretching…

My sister’s house boasts a large picture window
south facing just off her
kitchen and below it or in the bush
near it lives a bird
who has knocked itself silly running
into the glass

more than once a day
my sister and her family will hear
the bird shuffle her wings…

Happy International Women’s Day

Let me tell you what it is like to be a modern mother in America, twenty twenty one, fam.

Let me tell you what it is like to set an alarm clock for five am because they will start stealing our hours before they wake. To set an alarm clock…

It took me until I was thirty five to
love my body enough to listen
and Believe her when
she told me "no" with her smallest voice
in her biggest time
to let her unfold and fold
wrinkled and rolled
into fits of laughter
to hold her gently when she
to imagine uninhibition…

Natalie LaFrance Slack

Telescope, microscope, vision. To the moon. www.natalielafranceslack.com and www.verbstorytelling.com

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