The slicing is easy. Blade barely touching skin, flesh separating into two clean parts. A breath, and blood fills in the space, an old friend materializing in the shadows. I am redolent with hope and desire. I can't stop thinking of how he excised himself from my…

I. Two cancer scares since June, one came up nothing the other nothing much. (My breasts are dense: I know all about moles— little bastards don't have to get sun to go nuts.) My manuscript travels ether to…

you were very very small, you were everso small, you were like – the tiniest creature, hopping about on one leg

Your cairns/ are litter in the streets

He's kneeling on the floor of his West Village apartment, by the door, asking me to leave. He first said he saw someone once a week. But what he means is that they sleep together every night, as they live together, and spend their Sundays together.

let it lie

Some believe the Scots were encouraged to emigrate, hired guns as it were, to Ireland to civilize that population. If that's the case, we would see it as another evil English trick. In any case, we MacGowans are Scots Irish and Protestant.

We perform our chosen duty— naming/ beauties and atrocities within

My man wears chartreuse shoes.! He wears chartreuse shoes like a new king right there on Main St.!

My mother should have been a minister or a peace officer. Instead, she was a homemaker who ran the home like an agency. There were certain hard and fast rules.

Agamemnon and Menelaus were/ complete creeps. Achilles was// a pompous piece of shit.

I wanted to watch, for as long as I could, until my innocence, like balloons, disappeared from view.

Another thing about Dysthymia is how I get locked into a thought, a needle in a record of a song I can’t get out of my head, a song that drives me crazy until I hear it again, until I play it just the amount of times to where my brain is satisfied.

A thin line separated her lips, like something sketched with a pencil.

Three micros