Rose lifted her 55-year-old legs until they were perpendicular to the bed and admired how girlish they looked. It gave her the sexy legs of a 20-year old, if the morning light was right and she squinted a bit.

I will be heresitting on this pavementon this blockin this neighborhoodwith my legs crossedwith a dogwith another dog with his bonein front of my housein front of the mammothsunflowersdrinking a glass of waterreading a booklistening to Discobecause I'm weird like…

You think I don't know, that's your whole stupid problem. You don't believe in anyone. You must enjoy living in a dark lonely universe. I don't know if you know or not about the lights that live in your own head, but I believe …

Grange was still cussing up storms and other calamities in the well-illuminated heat of central Kansas at mid-day when he thought he spied Dennis Hopper . . .

I polished his shoes to an avid black; sewed buttons backand mended torn silk and cotton.His clothing was my busy work. Needle, thread, stitch, and iron,I was his apothecary of linens.Blood, wine, soup, vomit --these I cleaned too, until all theircolor and scent…

“You're not gonna believe me, I know it. Nobody believes me. It's kinda freeing, actually, not being believed. It's a tough truth, and the thing about tough truths is that they're easier in the tellin' if you have nothing to lose. Shit, it's not like I have nothing to…

From the way your hand touches the bread of full mornings, far distances.

What do you do when the only safe space to crawl is under your desk, a dark womb or a cave, you clutch at your knees in casethat sinking in your gut tries to consume. What do you do when you wake up intothe day only wanting to curl insidea little ball and…

despite the best intentions

I think the Air Force Colonel must have known, from the flushed looks on our faces, that I had just fucked his daughter in a roadside patch of ragweed on the way to their house somewhere outside Danville. I remember looking back and forth between him and

i never much liked Elvis never did then never do now he was no Kris Kristofferson

my stomach is empty, but it is my eyes that are hungry

we are one

I know someone in need of healing.

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It must be the whiskers or the eyes or the ears or the entire…

33. A tall man from the clear road was calling for me. He had a white egg in his right hand and a short ice pick in his left. At his feet was a large red bowl. Plastic. Filled with more eggs. He leaned against a fence that…