1605 9 7
|
I want to tell you things you do not know.
|
16051910
|
|
1605116
|
The days cut off by damp chill with every thought a different variety of protection.
|
160565
|
Going to the candy store at night in the section of town called Kalliope. Riding bike, trying to get there before it closed at ten. Getting candy at that little store with the glass containers and the rows and rows of candy. Getting milk there…
|
160494
|
Once upon a time there was a Vietnamese restaurant. And then there were two, and four, and eight...
|
1604146
|
She drinks a chocolate martini. I fold myself up and slide into her pocket.
|
160441
|
Third time that day, he was on me. On me like bees to a flower (or flies on shit, he'd correct me, no doubt). Sucking sweet nectar and breathing that breath — damn that breath — 'round my head, in my ear, pestering, bugging, like a bee he annoyed me.
B
|
1604128
|
I pointed, trying to keep a rising frisson of alarm from my voice.
|
160462
|
“He put his stuff down—sunglasses, lotion and so forth—and I noticed there’s a little notebook that he didn’t have before.‘What’s that?’” I asked, and he said ‘Nothing.’”
|
1604278
|
She asked if I needed to be measured for size “to make sure they feel really good on you,” her lips all gloss and smile. I was nineteen and knew my size but changes in weight had caused fluctuations before so maybe I'd be different…
|
160420
|
Vegas is turning out to be my kind of town. Easy money, free booze, and everyone is too overstimulated to realize I’m broadcasting right into their noggins.
|
160488
|
His mother was a ballerina.
|
160400
|
Tadd Dameron once described himself as “the most misplaced musician in the business,” and one needn’t call the missing persons bureau to determine that he may have been right.
|
160420
|
The rocket shone in the distance. Cape Canaveral had never looked so pretty.
|
16041413
|
|
160452
|
Billie Holiday and I want a cup of coffee and they tell us to go fuck ourselves.
|
1604108
|
The best thing about being a cowboy is the cows.
|
160421
|
The story itself is not much longer than a snippet. What is a snippet anyway?
|
160485
|
It's good enough. Spacious. Then the cards but I am not for cards. Sasha directs the people, helping them, at ease and happy even. Strangers that have found a common denominator in games. A brotherhood and sisterhood I can't understand. I watch. I see green…
|
1604910
|
For instance, my sister's husband. If I say brown socks, yellow boxer shorts, fishnet undershirt. If I say plastic bag and two tepid beers. And a voice that glides to falsetto when he: you're a tad too obscene for my taste, Julia, while he tries to light the filter end of…
|
160376
|
—indistinct and foggy, my eyes lost at sea,
confined to a horizon not close to land.
|
160387
|
graves left or graves lost, into silence death sinks:/it's leaving the living that leaves us such pain.
|
160333
|
Her funeral was scheduled for the following Monday, and of course Claudia would attend. Trouble was, Monday was a workday for my parents. So when neither Mother nor Claudia could find somebody else on short notice to keep me, it was decided that I would a
|
160343
|
We decide not to go to the emergency room
|
160392
|
Dear Sir/ Madam I wish to apply for the position you advertised in the Daily Sun. Although my expertise is in self-obliteration and self-worth (or lack of), and my work mainly in disappointment, I do have much experience in failure, which this letter will…
|
160311
|
|
160333
|
A small bar of glycerin soap floated in the sink full of bloody water . . .
|
160374
|
They were
obviously having
some secret
beach affair.
|
160321
|
Last night Jim taught me how to catch forks. Meaning, he taught me how to throw them. But he called it catching forks. It was late, and we were low down 3rd street, south of the Bay Bridge, the baseball stadium, all the people and cars, on top of a warehouse. There were a…
|
160211
|
Then he took the tune out to Ben Clarone land. The horn was beautiful, if leaky. His fingers flew over the keys.
|
