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The rocket shone in the distance. Cape Canaveral had never looked so pretty.
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She said, “I think I’m pregnant,” but I thought that the sidewalk looked cleaner than usual,
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Theresa Esposito woke to the smell of pignoli cookies baking. The sweet scent made her stomach rumble. She was ten-years-old today. And she felt ten. Her hair, her ears, her eyes, her toes — everything felt ten.
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...the daffodils will fling/
their yellow petals, taunting winter
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I wonder how many crumbs
he can drop to make a cookie,
whole, so I can relax a little
and throw out the self help books
about how I'm not right in
the motherfucking head,
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N-n-never screamscold a cat.
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forced to submit/
to reasonableness//
and universal healthcare.
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That was the summer that Christine Nelson owned me.
It felt like catching the flu. I had it bad. I was about to turn seven, and it was my first time, and it was bad. A love like that, I don’t know, it’s not a love supreme. It wasn’t completely cru
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It was only a dream. No one died, nor were they even harmed. So horrifying!
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—It’s difficult to say, he said. I have mood swings. Women don’t like that. They become upset.
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awoke in confusion, fear and hurt never seen before that day a year past
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My father's cousin is Salem the Dead.
Famed, an infant Lazarus of Libya,
he was brought lifeless from the womb,
yet awoke to the chill of a mortuary slab.
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She left knives and hot pots with handles akimbo. Like a guardian angel, he turned them in. Like an ungrateful Eve, she turned them back out.
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Each day, they trot the coiffed/
and painted cadavers across the stage.
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A proper study of human history should
lead the student to an inescapable desire
to commit suicide
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Billie Holiday and I want a cup of coffee and they tell us to go fuck ourselves.
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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…
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Today I'm feeling fertilized by an egg—
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The instant you remember
gratitude
with enough focus to spring free its power...
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In traffic I cry bloody murder, but my bloodlust subsides once I'm in Valhalla. Chip Whitehead wants to see me on the 22nd floor before I start my shift. Charlie and the other suits have been looking at me funny since I sent Chip a memo suggesting the recession…
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there should be a word for it.
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As spilled on a sandy Corona del Mar beach/both in moonlight and starlight so lovely/and strangely sad as if receding still
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I can't take it bird by bird because I have neither.
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I did do one nice thing for you
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The next week, she sends a small white box in the mail / with tissue paper, a ceramic mold the color of bleached bone—
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We are/no more than heartbeats on repeat.
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Quimby’s eyes lit up. “Oh, lads, there must be a thousan’ ways to die at sea! I’ve made th’ Atlantic passage a good many time; lemme recount some manners of death I’ve witnessed with mine own eyes.”
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