1832 0 0
|
—with spinster goddesses in the middle of things / circling looms.
|
18321819
|
|
18321615
|
When I died, she said, she was going to have me cremated and put my ashes in the cats’ litter box.
|
183210
|
They gave Lee a bunch of morphine in the ambulance and he came to vaguely, murmuring shit about God and mermaids.
|
18321410
|
|
183222
|
The rain fell from the roof. It fell from my voice and and my eyes. Toshiro's Kukichiro stomped gutshot through the mud with his katana. Young and beautiful, Mifumi died there on the screen though he doesn't really die for fifty or more years, they think from something…
|
18321411
|
|
18321211
|
Call him a hobo or homeless or bum or junkie.
|
18311311
|
they were open weekends if we needed to bring him in for euthanasia.
|
1831106
|
I turn up the music and slip into drone, rock it like a tunnel in canary. When that does not erase his face, I cup my breast with one hand and let my hair fall.
|
183142
|
Two people are talking. They are both wearing hats.
|
183121
|
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.
|
183165
|
This is Jorge. He was a good little monkey. And always curious.Like the time he and his friend, the man in the amarillo sombrero, had to fly to Japan. *Jorge sat by the window. Watched the ground get further away. Until they were above the clouds. He looked out…
|
183110
|
It was stubborn early winter, when everyone was cold but went outside anyways, rubbing red fingers and shuffling feet.
|
183100
|
Oh, and take off all your jewelry unless you want your relatives sifting you through a window screen looking for your diamond.
|
183175
|
“Ah Willie! Ah my boy! You poor sweet faced youth. Gone now! Our memories, Willie, our memories will haunt us forever with your laughter, your joy, your enduring excuses, your misspellings & badly slanted penmanship. Oh Willie. My boy. Gone & gone f
|
183021
|
A plague of dykes mattered not. This spider-girl had driven the world of thought from Borden’s mind.
|
183052
|
“It’s about basic working conditions!” she says, rubbing ice cubes on her nipples.
|
1830118
|
“Sometimes when I feel the urge to create, I don’t know whether to grab my paints, my camera, my guitar or my pen.”
“You could have sex,” her friend, sitting in the desk next to hers, joked.
|
18301210
|
Poor kid. She didn't mean to leave my business card on her kitchen counter next to the telephone. It was a mistake.
|
183044
|
Why you keep a razor blade in your stocking?
|
183052
|
The courtroom smelled a lot like mold and it was hot as you could imagine. I sweated through my shirt and wondered if he wasn’t dying under his robe. He looked down at me from his bench and I just knew he was going to call me a commie and sentence me to l
|
1830102
|
Time
Holds
Ultimately
Nothing
Dear
Except
Reunion
|
18301615
|
The dancer was a little chubby, but I didn't mind. It gave her more to shake.
|
183062
|
They stood at the intersection waiting for the light to change so they could cross the highway.
|
18291715
|
Before the days of “customer experience,” Eddie figured out whatever information he could about his clients. He asked them for business cards, recorded their phone numbers from the reservation book, snapped photos of them in his mind…
|
182900
|
As children we invent games and we're really creative. We concoct ridiculous rules and enjoy making adaptations to them. And everything makes sense. Then you grow up, lose creativity. You don't invent games anymore. Recess is replaced with a second…
|
182922
|
Her face had that strange preserved quality Maybelle saw in many aging Boomer women — like an old toy never removed from its packaging.
|
182972
|
It’s not just the mailman. It’s the logo on the mailbox down the street. It’s the uniform. It’s any man or woman in the whole unsettling profession.
|
18291212
|
Momma called them Vaughens, "a outfit," and said, "they shoulda throwed the book at that Darla Jean."
|
