1771 4 2
|
Mama sleeps in bed with us. The blue of her ghost sleeps underneath me. I love her more than anything. What does she think when we are naked, when we yell, or mimic, imbibe, curse, cry, shake, make love, roll over on her, want to die?
|
177152
|
I know what he meant.
I've been in the 3 A.M. cream cheese.
I've known the hole in the bagel.
|
1771137
|
His note said: “I’m sick of low attendance.”
|
177153
|
They try to incorporate a little of Ravel around their edges, the ones where their molecules bump off into other parallel realities, into other non-localities, into other potentials. She isn't buying it. She's tuned in. And she can tell.
|
177111
|
Normally I would have never drank such a wine, but it was late on a Friday evening and the bottle was on the house...
|
177176
|
He leans in close then, close enough that when he speaks, his words tiptoe out and tuck me in.
|
177100
|
|
177174
|
It was impossible
that you wouldn't love me
|
177032
|
I've heard of sucessful marriages where there's very little sex.
My heart aches for that kind of love.
|
177032
|
He lit another reed - a new score orchestrating in his head - his thoughts swirling around the older man; there was something else going on here…
|
17702216
|
They come to mind/
like ice flowers/
on the small panes
|
1770117
|
She smacked his back a couple of times with the flat of her hand
|
17701513
|
I am eternal/
as long as the power holds
|
177072
|
The ice in my drink provides ample cooling. The brew strength of my tea is just such that it combines in a pleasing fashion with the melting ice. My mind is clear and my belly absent hunger. I am completely sated from any physical desire at this very mome
|
177000
|
The place turns out to have a really nice ambiance, and while the pasta is only passable—though I ordered, I believe, the cheapest plate on the menu, so maybe I got what I deserved—the background dinner music playing is "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" by Wilco.
|
177096
|
Gather 'round children, For it's high time to tell, The story of a strange man With a horrible, awful smell. For this is a story More disgusting than most. This is the gruesome tale Of Gary Von Gross. With a house made…
|
1770138
|
|
1770108
|
Satchmo sings a love song over the sound system. People read books, tap keyboards, drink coffee, eat cake. In Barnes & Noble—more a coffee shop these days than a bookstore—I am thinking about my dad and his stomach cancer.The terror he…
|
177031
|
My small kitchen has barely enough room to turn around in, yet I had the feeling I was being watched. When I experience it again, just seconds later, I realize it was eyes watching, actual eyes, not a camera or machine.
|
177097
|
The day you came to the wedding the sky was so, so brightly July./ I saw my face where I left it the last time . . . .
|
177093
|
Where I work people use words like leverage. They do not appear to denote anything.
|
177031
|
I cannot find my way back to the bubbling navel of the universe because of Spongebob Squarepants.
|
177020
|
I paused in case she said more. Then, “He’s very faint but he wants to talk.”
She leaned forward, chin almost resting on the grey-haired woman in front of her. “Tell him to shout.”
|
176995
|
A little contempuous aside by the critical theorist guy, Frederick Jameson-- that it was logically absurd to call anything that human beings do, produce or effect “unnatural,”-- has brought forth the following. We are…
|
1769128
|
He said his wife levitated.
|
176910
|
Priests didn’t just disappear, not without a reason, so there hadn’t been any doubt when Merrick was suddenly replaced. No one had said it, but they didn’t have to. And her boys, thank God—at least he’d done nothing to them.
|
176977
|
She caretakes, he takes care
|
176900
|
Frowning, loosening a purple tie, Tony pushed through the golden revolving doors of a skyscraper. He drifted into the crowded midtown street as if in a daze. He was roused to his senses as his cell phone sent out the melody of his wedding song.
|
176988
|
Today the color of the skyremakes my heart into somethingless willing to break, or to judge,and I am thankful for it. Acolor not unlike walking chestdeep in the ocean and seekingbeautiful clouds and thinking Iwill be back. Dreaming with the sky.Please stop lying to me. A…
|
176832
|
A married woman requests a butterfly tattoo that won't please her husband from an old tattoo artist.
|
