1761 13 7
|
If ever I read a poem aloud
It will not be from a podium’s shelter
|
176110
|
“What I really want to know is, why is a straight guy called Caspar opening a lesbian leather bar in Berlin anyway?” Shona asked. “Schöneberg must really be going to the dogs.”
|
1761105
|
Truth came out of it, a little bug that hovered there...
|
176111
|
When Kim handed me some of her husband’s condoms—“Here, use these”—out of one of their bedroom dresser drawers, could she sense the astonishment I was trying my best not to show?
|
176141
|
At that time I was meeting Jacob at 3:30 each afternoon in Joan of Arc Park so we could walk dogs together. This was our job.
|
17611611
|
Is there a recipe for / lasting happiness?
|
176111
|
We brought flowers for our dead lovers
|
17602417
|
His head was usually full of ah ha!, a luminescence that folded around obstacles like smoke.
|
17601817
|
Buddy was in a garage band. They were pretty good. “Soul Harbor“ they called themselves.
|
176074
|
|
176021
|
She stepped into a pair of high heeled slippers and began to dance. She was Salome, a witch, dancing like the most beautiful, the most skilled whores of Paris.
|
176010
|
At this time of night, the fluorescence makes his eyes bleed. The muscles in his legs are tight; walking's more of a necessity than anything else. Alexander pushes the shopping cart down the endless gray tile floors of the Grand Union on 35.
|
17601615
|
You might as well be the man on the moon. Once touching your face was quotidian. When I tallied each day's pleasures, you, in this room or that, counted too much for me, I think. I stopped record keeping. I'm …
|
17601819
|
|
1760189
|
feathered waves of tangerine peach
|
176012
|
Crea grew up above a pet store and now she dreams of cats. There are too many of them to name, a slinking mess of calico, tabby, tortoise-shell, black and white. There are more each night. They whisper to her, words made of hissing mewls. During the…
|
17601411
|
|
17601911
|
Emma pushes through the door of the corner market, aiming briskly for her car, keys in one hand, grocery bag in the other, shoulder bag slung. Best not to make eye contact with the loitering boozers and bikers from the bar next door. Double take. Can't…
|
1759134
|
tell me about the time you lived in Carolina, and what my smile does
for you.
|
175972
|
leaning over the banister, her Christmas waist making the wood swoon and creak, a warning sign if there ever was one...
|
175932
|
Sometimes you're searching for a family and you don't even know it. Sometimes a family finds you.
|
175931
|
We’re all competitive and drunk.
|
1759127
|
The end is rehearsed over and over;/
in a world without heaven all is farewell.
|
17591510
|
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…
|
175911
|
Steve Bancroft’s future wife showed up at his door that same night, slamming her hand loudly against the door and shouting for him. “Steve, Steve, wake up. Damn it, come on. You forgot to pick me up at the airport. Who are you in there with? I said wa
|
17591615
|
When I died, she said, she was going to have me cremated and put my ashes in the cats’ litter box.
|
17591615
|
The dancer was a little chubby, but I didn't mind. It gave her more to shake.
|
17581910
|
The jail, where I stayed for 48 hours, gave me enough information to write a 180-page book, something I resisted setting out upon due to the insult of it.
|
175882
|
Looking for meaning in spaces between words.
|
175800
|
that is a fair description of our family if I add the disclaimer that the girls are whores and we don’t have much in common.
|
