Then it got quiet again, the kind of quiet that fills a car even with the radio on and the highway ticking away and the corn flying past regimented and silk tasseled.

We are a funny story, my brother and I. Twins of Africa in a kitchen on wheels the size of a cupboard, we serve tourists baguettes and pain au chocolat, in the gardens adjoining the square where the tricoteuses did their knitting, heads were chopped and..

c = a + ib

She feels ugly but ready for anything.

the signature of God/ consigning everything/ to the saturating energies of time.

So, how did they meet? After years and years of starvation and gruesomeness and lack of human contact because there were no humans left, only walking corpses, a woman gently lifted the sixty-pound dead man's penis with a cool washrag and wiped him clean. The dead…

he makes his way back / to the ocean, back to the popcorn, back / to the pinball machines

Liz spied the box of Kleenex right away. She sat down at the chair closest to the Kleenex.

The movies he liked best were the ones in which white people played Asian leads. Since his girlfriend had left, that Barry was adopted had seemed to become more of a fact.

The end will film itself/ in charred, eviscerated bodies

"You are wolves circling, eyes burning in the dark...."

While you can,/ find the beautiful

He tried to call on his break but she didn’t answer. He imagined her on the floor, sobbing, like she’d been the other day. The grey rat would have chewed through a plug-in or some wires and started a fire. She would be ashes, a blackened corpse, reeki

“When I use a word, it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less.”

I crawl under a table in the kitchen and listen to the women talk.