Amanda Proctor
Delivery Notice Cara’s been busy since she moved to Montréal, or at least that’s what our mom tells me. Even though she never has time to call anymore, I know for sure she’s not dead because she’s still using my Amazon Prime account. I stopped using the account ages ago: the guilt of clicking the golden yellow “Add to Cart” button knowing it meant someone in the warehouse wouldn’t get a bathroom break, their feet chafing in their runners with lightning strikes of back pain. But I guess Cara can ignore all that. The emails always come in French, all caps and orange, AVIS DE LIVRAISON. Yesterday she ordered 12 Pack Artificial Hanging Vine Ivy Leaves. I hope it’s because she knows that ivy is an invasive species, but it’s probably because in her glamorous city life she has no time to water plants. Sometimes I picture her apartment—the AmazonBasics Foldable Cube Storage Bins and the 2 Pack Fairy Lights (Batteries Included). She ordered those a few months ago. I 18 |
antilang. no. 9
