1360 15 10
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I tell my woman friend the new man's penis is too large. I tell her once. She asks me later whether I asked about it at the doctor's—large cock, she calls it, and I say I told the doctor my boyfriend's in a wheelchair.
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1876 15 10
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Life was small. It was tiny even, so tiny it was hard to see it sometimes. Life curled up to make itself even smaller, to fit into the kinds of holes that insects crawl into to get away from bigger insects. Life was sad. Life didn't want to be an insect.
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1556 15 10
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It's so far to get to where we aren't inthe way of someone's destructive progress.I'm only walking in my own gardensnow, but the big blue house is like an emptiedout envelope. I guess that makes this themissing letter. I don't know your heart's newaddress, but I once…
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2134 15 11
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The sky was an over-bleached sheet, stretched to the point of ripping. Everything worn but clean. He was saying he'd be happier if we lived in Canada. The sun seemed very close, like a star at the top of a Christmas tree. Maybe I could pull it down. Our baby had…
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1546 15 8
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Being simple like this, knowing a thing is done by doing.
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1362 15 12
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(I'd appreciate some feedback on this very weird story.) A Frosted Mini Wheat walks in to a bar...
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1898 15 13
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I ask because she's the animal person, not me. She understands animal behavior.
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1213 15 8
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Let's just rest and let the wind blow through our hair, while the mountains quake and the trees shake their leaves. Towards another destiny, a new world ... where greed is only a word without significance, hunger doesn't belong in a dictionary and money is only an…
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1761 15 10
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...skinny love, skinned and thinned weak broth love...
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1978 15 16
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I forget you. Upfront: that’s how this ends.
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1646 15 7
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the boredom inherent in living in the suburbs
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253 15 9
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1114 15 7
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Her voice gets screechy as she talks of the boy he was caught fondling in the bathroom of a bowling alley. The worst part: the dumb schmuck doesn’t even bowl.
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1583 15 3
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They shared a lot through the years – a bus stop, acne, and first kiss stories. George was happy to be her confidant, good enough friends to help shoulder her burdens. But he wanted to push her curls back behind her ear and trace her soft cheek with his f
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1936 15 16
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When Carlotta left me, I cried / into my soup. I shriveled into / harsh mathematics.
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1598 15 9
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Outside I see the daytime moon, and it is faint as a fingerprint. My cousins have up-turned the biggest rocks and removed all the Sow bugs. The land is damp and red, and the trees feel wet to the center.
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1296 15 10
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when the mirror cracks
my eyes won't cry
it's a perfectly
respectable (romance)
between her and i
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2913 15 9
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Although decades have passed since I last tasted lysergic acid with diethylamide flavoring, I cannot fail to remember the tasting.
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1036 15 10
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No canopic jars and fine Egyptian cotton.
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1435 15 5
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I thought, what are we talking about? Botox?
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1828 15 10
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"The cops are just doing what they're being paid to do."
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2881 15 10
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My name is Tom Scarlatti and my kid brother, Billy, resents me. Of course, if you read magazines, you probably already know that. You probably don't think much of me, either. In fact, you probably think I'm a rotten no-good clod, since my brother Billy the famous…
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1099 15 5
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Her captors allowed her the use of the toes of one foot. It was hard to pretend she was numb—as if playing an artic game indoors. With the ball of her foot, she primed the canvas. Her big toe acted as a fan brush, the rest were sable, flat, or pointy. She told…
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1276 15 8
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this reaching, this striving to love like it's there becoming something we need.
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749 15 8
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2164 15 15
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isn't so hard to imagine if you can just squint through the minutes like a good McGoo, slog through the headline happy seasons and sleep at it most of the day. It only hurts real bad whenever you try to carry off a roaring laughter…
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1069 15 9
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Squeeze the Word into Flesh
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1861 15 8
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It is pain taking a form, Plato’s dream, born from your hands father that rejected me, giving me the color of abandonment, eyes dulled by isolation, a body deceased without life-giving touch.
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1367 15 3
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