1807 2 0
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There's this sepia-toned photograph, which my mother gave me, of my brother and me when we were still both youngsters. In the picture my brother's dressed in a skimpy checked suit whose sleeves were already too short for him — on its way to becoming my
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1807 5 2
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But I still don't have my underwear in the right place.
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1807 1 0
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I took my first shower away from home as if it were a ritual cleansing. It felt especially good, even exciting to be taking a shower in the bathroom of another woman. Why was that? Maybe because it didn't have marble around the bathtub, and it wasn't e
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1807 2 1
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She saw no sense in waiting. Waiting was a weakness.
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1807 18 4
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Why is the sky grey he asked meI don't know, I saysudden flashes of light snowbloat the cloudssea gulls are squawkingexpect them to peck at my headI have nothing to feed them
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1807 14 14
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A wrinkled man lie atop an ivory-clad mattress, matched sheets covered his body, matched hair covered his head.
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1807 2 1
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Hollywood is the land of the slow no.
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1807 8 5
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Twice burned, it buries its graves.
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1807 0 0
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"Then why? Why?" she choked. "Why are you so... so mean to me?"
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1807 14 10
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Oh to be young and vigorous.
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1806 20 11
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The suite of dark rooms/
extends forever./
It’s no big deal.
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1806 4 4
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The last of your tenuous septum dissolves when you press the nozzle of the neti pot against it.
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1806 3 2
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“You know who Neil Peart looks like?” Gram said, ignoring Aaron's outburst.
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1806 12 10
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Lucy looked up, smiled and said mine had a head that looked like a mushroom. I suppose she was right. We were sitting on the floor drawing naked bodies for our anatomy lesson and teasing each other about our lack of drawing talent. We were new friends, having met when…
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1806 12 7
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The fish would need a name, but she didn’t know how to tell if it was a boy or a girl. Did fish have penises?
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1806 3 1
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He wiped it with a damp cloth. He set it in a glazed clay pot next to the sofa and admired its scrawny handsomeness.
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1806 7 5
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words have their own ancestors,/deeds are commanded by their own lords./
knowledge and thought do not make me understand—/no surprise, then, that I am not understood.
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1806 0 0
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We crept to the edge of the cliff and stared down at Lake Travis. In this alcove, out of the churn of the speedboats and pleasure craft, the water shimmered, impossibly blue.
“Didn’t you used to jump off here back when you were getting high?” Ryan said
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1806 0 0
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Do I feel good about any of that? Not really. But I seem to find myself asking over and over again, why should I care? That's something that's never happened before. But I'd be lying if I didn't say I kind of liked it.
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1805 7 6
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Clear as my conscience may be, you still haunt me as the brown settles to black
sit there and recommence as if nothing had ever happened, your hands conducting the orchestra of your purity.
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1805 20 9
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feeling empty as the
bottom of a bottle
dry as a bone
in death valley alone
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1805 1 1
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Paul had come to Hawaii, like many young haoles from the mainland, to party. Partying proved to be lucrative for him. By early October 1982 he had done well for himself in Hawaii, living in a country house with sprawling lawns that held back the jungle foliage…
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1805 4 3
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"Hey, man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut."
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1805 20 10
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I invited Van Gogh over for some drinks and a chat. I'm talking about Vincent.
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1805 7 4
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1805 18 11
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It could be fun,/
with the guns, explosives, Molotov/
Cocktails and all,
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1805 7 1
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I’m in high leather boots; I’m talking many dead cows here and I respect that
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1805 3 1
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Hipster-neutral dressed simulacra-person offers a glance and a wave, sudden as a ping-pong serve, designed to crowd your space and "pal" you but I dodge it — I'm practiced at this.
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1805 10 7
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Look at her. She doesn't want to be here. The kiss and “wouldn't miss it for the world” was as empty as her crossed arms, crossed legs, and jittery foot were loaded. She attacked the foam of her latte with a tiny red straw. I wanted to scream. Complain about the…
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1805 5 3
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"...you are a freak of nature..."
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