Bee Lavender

journal

Year: 2015

  • garden

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    My unexpected, amazing, wild and unkempt Brooklyn garden. I bought the house in winter and had no idea this would happen.

  • ancestors

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    Portraits of my ancestors. Nyland, Laakso, and Frederickson clans fully represented.

  • aid

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    More of my collections, including antique breast pump and hearing aids.

  • specimens

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    Some of my collections (my own teeth, extracted under duress, included).

  • iron

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    I have no fucking idea.

    I really do not want to open any more boxes.

  • peacemaker

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    Bet you can’t guess what is in this box.

    Hint: my great-grandfather was a union enforcer.

  • why

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    In a word, why?

    I know I own the magazines because I attempted to peddle them second-hand to pay for Governors’ School in 1988. I know I bought the condoms out of the vending machine in the toilets at the Port Orchard bowling alley in 1986. But why exactly do I still have these items in my possession, and why did I just pay to ship it all across the country?

  • tights

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    The sheer volume of ephemera in the boxes is sufficiently overwhelming, but the particulars are enough to drive me insane. For instance: apparently I still own some tights manufactured in an era before SKU and sold in a store that vanished decades ago. WTF.

  • chattel

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    My worldly goods (and the chattel discarded by generations of a large extended immigrant family) arrived safe and sound. Now, to unpack it all…