1639 5 4
|
I found the hand eight months ago, after I planned to grow a meadow of tiny yellow blossoms in my yard.
|
163900
|
Her shoes, left uninhibited below, seem sad but understanding, and she is so in love with something, which makes me so in love with the idea of her.
|
163964
|
When he smashed his plate in my lap, the dog hung around, licking my wrist and hoping that he would get some milk, too. With my luck, he'd jump in the pool, getting grass clippings all over the edge. My nails were sharp that day, I had to cut them, and I did while…
|
163932
|
|
163998
|
It turned out Eel’s brain corrects for imbalance, and he can only feel danger for a moment or two.
|
16392112
|
No twinkle- so, planet, not star./
And bright, so either Venus/
or Jupiter. I’m guessing, Jupiter.
|
163930
|
my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart.
|
163964
|
The cat wound itself around Megan’s neck, its purring curling through Megan’s consciousness. She was the cat and then herself, both things at once.
|
16392110
|
The fly comes in against my will/
and hers. She would prefer/
the wider world with its piles of shit
|
16391312
|
The service was a disaster. The Protestants bobbed up and down. They didn't know when to stand, when to sit. I
|
163861
|
I’m trying to get this said, this piece of fact. If I am a person who can own something, then that something that I own is not me, not me as a person. I do not own my foot, my foot is my own. It’s like a whatsit, a semantic distinction I’m trying to
|
163832
|
it's the constant reminders of something that was never a constant remind her but i suppose there is no ticking clock on that which is wondrous and it was right right it's hard to come up with cleverly phrased universal truths and it's hard to make…
|
163874
|
Everybody breaks.
Everything splinters.
|
163822
|
" I have no idea what's goin on out here, and I'm gonna find out one way or another."
|
163822
|
Jason, the obnoxious host, thrusts his microphone against my nose.
|
1638109
|
...when they decided to teach her a lesson, it was with particular vigor and vitriol...
|
163801
|
Well, just put your hand on my knee, alone in my room, perv, unasked-and-unflirted for, go get a date, you coward, you limp-dicked male bitch . . .
|
163842
|
To be a backup dancer for Billy Ocean; that's all. I had chubby legs like a baby. They turned out akwardly as if I had broken hips but mum said it was just the way I came out and I would grow out of it.
|
163898
|
On my twenty-second birthday, in the spring of 1979, I had a crawfish boil, my first. Ninety pounds of red mudbugs on a picnic table spread with newspaper, my birthday cake sitting at the end of the table like an afterthought.I hadn't…
|
163801
|
I followed the curve of the etched Koi, its filigree scales arcing across a taut midriff toward the indent of her pierced navel, where a collection of water lilies drifted on the surface of her skin.
|
1638104
|
The aisle, nave and/
transept twist themselves/
into an auditorium.
|
163810
|
Three teeth. You can pick them out if you hit pause just right. Probably not a person in the entire valley who hasn’t seen that video from the Eastern Cheerleading Finals. They even showed the tape on the eleven o’clock news in Scranton, my face ci
|
163811
|
children love to push the gas up and down my limbs
|
163843
|
I still see Big Mama leaning over her garden to pick a zinnia to put in her still life. Her old pink slip, hanging diagonally a foot under her hiked up, ragged, stained dress, half covered by her paint smock, which matched her white, faux fur, bedroom sli
|
1638188
|
Jesus is for sale. But he’s heavy.
|
163831
|
The blackout lasted longer than anyone thought. From my fifth story window, the whole city seemed to shut down. I heard noises above me. How could it be?
|
16371710
|
Another new spring and the leaves
|
163785
|
It's all over now, Baby Blue...
|
163710
|
“We’re never going to get off the treadmill of paying ever-higher taxes," I said, "unless we get some creative suggestions from a professional bisexual tax advisor.”
|
163733
|
From this distance, he reminded me of a sleazy pink flamingo, waiting for feeding time at the zoo to deepen the timbre of his feathers and hint at the promise of a narcotic aviation before his commune of hens.
|
