1387 21 10
|
--"Look at us," she murmurs. "Tristan and Isolde without the adultery."
--"Well, you can't have everything."
--"No? I heard otherwise."
|
138760
|
Early morning cokeBottle. Did Katie callHeiddegger "Skippy"?Remember years backWhen we studied so hard andHa ha, just kidding.As you age, neverForget you are dying noFaster than before.
|
138722
|
|
138753
|
I don't look like other poets. /
People hardly believe it when I say /
"I write poetry, sometimes. /
During lonely evenings."
|
138743
|
I got the news that you had died as I was
eating American chop suey, watching the Celtics.
|
138711
|
It's called the Knee Defender. But I prefer to think of it as the Schmuck Identifier.
|
138633
|
Life's a beach? A bitch? Same thing.
|
138621
|
Butter me up, moon lover. Remember, I was once your warm and hot goddess of flowers, washed to shore with the others you may have forgotten. Now the issue of the earth gets nearer, and we can see each other once again, if only in our dreams.
Just be
|
138621
|
Even at five years old, I could tell that Eloise was haunted by ghosts that shook her core, leaving her dangling and seeking stability in slowly repeating her compulsive routines.
|
138653
|
Her name was Christine
and she was nailed to the cross
of their lust
and their greed,
and their vengeance
|
138685
|
Every encounter is a dance, every secret has its key
|
138642
|
Frank was about to take the first bite of a chicken salad sandwich.
|
138602
|
Looking down you wonder, when did I eat pineapple? and Am I really this awesome or am I a facsimile of something that really sucks, even if it's that 'it's so bad it's good' kind of thing? Nope, it's just bad.
|
138641
|
IV. From Hoover Dam The intent of passive presence wreathes an endless ring, Invisible, beyond all thoughts and change to sickness. This hour beats sibylline as vacancy, breathing Through mouths that do not taste their nothingness. I do not know where you are;…
|
138664
|
My head is nailed to yesterday.
|
1386105
|
the
unutterable
things of
this
world
|
138621
|
I woke up when the smoke alarm insisted. Either the curtains were on fire or I hadn't changed the battery.
|
138632
|
A short time ago, a man who lived near me got angry. He woke up one morning and torched his house, with his wife and stepdaughter still inside. He drove up I-35 to the Georgetown airport, got his plane, and flew it into the Echelon Building in Austin.
|
138622
|
On Monday, Michiko returned from Cleveland in a foul mood. She called Frank’s studio at three in the afternoon.
|
138654
|
|
138620
|
The perfect murder, and it’s not even murder.
|
138621
|
I think she later thought about that. Just as she loved her son, I loved my mother. Just as my dad loved her, so the same kind of protective honoring love existed. Right or wrong, it was there, the elephant in the room.
|
138655
|
Years later Polyphemus still remembers the wine-soaked taste of Odysseus’s men. The barley and garlic-flavored Greeks. Their flesh a fibrous, blood-hued hummus. Their crunched bones releasing sweet marrow.
|
138530
|
She’d picked him up at a party freshman year, calling him Danny. Until then he had always been Daniel. He’d said nothing and his name was changed.
|
138500
|
these dead letters for you... and then they withdrew...
something happened on the way to shabriz...
my fingertips fell on their knees.
|
138500
|
It’s that time of year. The combustible mixture of booze, poinsettia corsages and the soulful sounds of Eddie Venturi and the Fastidians will cause people to get up and dance at holiday office parties who have no business doing so.
|
138550
|
I know from the experience of too many odd sideways glances that folks are seldom interested in my brand of observation. No one else seems to wonder how many commas there are in the library or how many other people own that exact shirt.
|
138585
|
Have you measured the cups, the conveyors' yield? Do you know the span? I am the LORD your God, she murmured.
|
138522
|
Robbie’s wrists itched hard, the cord was sunk in so tight his hands were bordering now on blue, now purple. Too late to matter.
|
138521
|
What the five-year-old I baby sit for wanted to do yesterday was torture his Barbies. “Why would you want to do that?” I asked.“Because we're bad guys!” said Hanina. “Can't we be good guys?”“Not today. Today we're bad…
|
