in honour of the fork massacre


     Hello, she said.

The authority on who everyone else was- she’s an alcoholic, she sleeps around, she- had problems when it came to art.

     Hi, he said.

He loved how the news provided a digestible account on how everyone was living. The package said it did not have an angle and did not socialize people, and he liked that confidence, whether or not it was a lie that the audience and anchors separately acknowledged. Woman accused of killing husband in bizarre way, society is in trouble, be afraid; one point five million other women in city not accused of murder last night. He spoke in this way, about women, or people of colour, yet was inarticulate when it came to the issue of art.

      I noticed you’ve been looking at this piece a while, she said.

The red in his cheeks showed a vulnerability he was unable to suppress, when feeling out of place, and she liked that honesty – whether or not his intention.

      I like how the colours are colours.

She considered the news as that relative who sits you down to tell you the truths of the world, and your family history, presenting you with a clean narrative before you can question their complicity in past wrongs. Like that relative, the news gave you a clean enough story to make you feel that you had done the work to learn about a topic. It was sold in this clean way in order to predict ad sales and to ensure that your new knowledge would limit your need to analyze their sources, that you were being taken care of and everything was alright. The relative, providing the clean account of history, provides the rearranged narrative that absolves them from complicity in anything wrong, that, no matter what you may remember, they always had you in mind.

        Colours? she said.

That morning, the news anchor had said, “The Government has announced that Tuesday will be renamed to National Cutlery Awareness Day, in honor of the January Fork Massacre of oh nine.”

The segment cut to a video of a politician, saying, “I want to make it clear that our government is committed to the reduction of forks in a five year plan, similar to our failed bet on extracting oil with the five year iced-cream-scooper plan, for the freedom of white Canadians, via the four-point plan of my new proposal for de-prongization.”

Return to the anchor, saying, “A press release from the office of the minister apologized for the accidental slip in language, stating the term white was referring to vanilla iced cream, as a confused metaphor for oil-extraction, and that, unlike other Canadians, the minister did not have the privilege of attending higher education, hard at working he was for the interest of all Canadians as an investment banker. I don’t know about you, Linda, but I am inclined to accept his apology, as the way he said it and his general aesthetic aligns with my current understandings of just power within this settler government.”

         I love yellow, he said, looking into her eyes, for the first time, as though ‘yellow’ meant something more, aspiring to share an honest moment of agreement.*

colour by Indie184

words by L. Lachance

Author: Word and Colour

words inspired by colour

3 thoughts

  1. Enjoyed the words & colour and appreciate the attention brought to such an important issue. I have a drawer full of these weapons. The inventory has grown over the years through purely innocent intentions, I swear. You know, brown bagging my lunch for all the respectable financial & nutritional reasons but needing to borrow a workplace utensil to consume it, which leads to feeling responsible to wash them well post-use, so home they come, never to return… Do you think an outcome of NCAD might be a pronged utensil amnesty program so that I can turn them in without penalty and,maybe, just maybe, sleep well again at night?

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