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He took off his sombrero and playfully placed it on my head. “And really, don’t be upset. You’re fine. There’s nothing wrong with loving your cat.”
He was right, there is nothing wrong with loving your cat. But there is something wrong with owning a di
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It’s Sunday- no need to shave-/
but shave, I do. A little act//
of discipline in the discipline/
of routine.
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feeling empty as the
bottom of a bottle
dry as a bone
in death valley alone
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...the knives she laid out on the porch before her husband left her, washed and dried, set neatly by copper pennies.
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Four Quartets is a slender book which/
can be read with intensity in its entirety
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The only silver lining? The man in my life and I are in this together.
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i killed a poetic boy yesterday. the old ladies in theshadows swore at him when he was walking home proud ashell with a new pocketknife. they told him we dienext week so laugh like you got limes for balls. hecalled them drippy old vultures in his native tongue.they didn't…
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Once, when he had been married for a year, she sent him a card which said, "If you have seen a cat smoke a pipe, you have got it made." There was an illustration of a big, black panther, standing up on its hind legs, smoking what looked like a big tub of
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hoping for a happy outcome/
like a kindly voice on the line
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Afterward, at the motel, I asked her why she liked sex so much, and she said she liked the taste.
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If he had not just decapitated a chicken, he was a man I could have loved.
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You were sitting on dark leather meringue, wearing slit ivy, epilated thighs sliding through, roots showing beneath your anaemic skin, fighting with the pale bluegreen of your veins. Quills extended from your left hand, bent about 10.2 degrees or so.
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I crave the confines of the convent
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Warning: reader beware, there's sex in the air.
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Now comfy is as comfy does, but when sleeping strange, please accept a wide range of cradle, crib, cave.
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Some things I reject out right. That is I think I disagree As John put it. You can't play the game. I was never Too good at pretending. It's not that I can walk on water, It's that I don't mind getting my clothes wet to get away From all the…
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and the moon shines on like a silver dollar
and coyotes in the desert scream and holler
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I knew I spoke out of turn when I asked my father's old friend Charlie Jobe what he thought would come of moving to the veterans' camp, or "Village of the Deranged", as the newspaper has since taken to calling it. That was their description after all the
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Your mother is a great and dying bird. Once, she tended her grand feathered nest. Once, she preened.
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They came early and parked up, under cover of the night and the giant oak. I only know this because people told me afterwards. Watching us, they were. It was six o'clock before they smashed their way in, scaring the three of us out of our wits. Baby Billy screamed the place…
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So, I escaped from the Iron Curtain out of Czechoslovakia, as was called then. That was in 1956 I escaped, and came to Chicago where all of you were for some time already. I know our grandparents came over in early part of century, but my part of family
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so I tighten hands with my castaway and say/you failed to impress in your folded peacock dress
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After work and wine, I Take some red food coloring and empty it Into my bath water. I submerge myself and open my eyes Like looking backwards at the world through A liquid sunset. I push myself under water, squeaking Feet…
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the swan drives a car ( window down; wing half hanging out ) …
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Burger King has rekindled Flame, its $4 broiled-meat-scented spray.
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There are lines//
across time, beyond the tug/
of elections and fashion,/
beyond the turbulence of history
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She called it EMDR, which stands for Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing. Basically, it means training a part of your brain to longer associate trauma with a specific side of the brain. This meant that she had to direct all traffic of the repressed memory to a new…
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When you encounter a body laying on the road, drive over it.
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And the ocean was black and green and blue—as your dress that clung to your body’s curve. Round as the bend of the water trailing the false line of the shore.
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She used her right breast. Lifted it to her chin, aimed at the can, and shoved it down as hard as she could.
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