1047 0 0
|
I will miss you, sure, let it be known. The memory, and the dream, both. That familiar smell of Old Spice when someone wearing it comes near. And the smell of Coppertone Suntan Lotion on the beaches of our youth in Chicago. And the pressure of your fing
|
104700
|
From the parking lot to the stadiumdown town waiting for the crossinglightthere are a few others in jerseys but not manywe are too early for that.Desert gravel crunching scuffle of canvas shoeskicking granitehop along wobble steps and I turn to seewho's off the…
|
104721
|
Stealing time. Always gambling. I used to wake up with wet eyes; remnants of nights and days spent in places I never wanted to leave. I took to insomnia to escape the dreams that reminded me of places I could never return to.Now I sleep here. When I can.
|
104632
|
|
104600
|
|
104600
|
Morning. A hot bright sun shines down on the cool dark depths of the deep blue sea.
|
104685
|
I felt that love could
not be paid for or else could
never be paid for enough.
|
104661
|
You gave me chills on my opposite hip whenever you touched me from behind, when we spooned under the rough woolen blanket in your basement. Whenever your essence touched my life like that. Just like when you said, “You came, that’s all.”
That’s all? T
|
104694
|
Alas, the wind, the rain/
and plate tectonics take temples,/
fire and sediment papyrus and clay,
|
104633
|
the space between two antelopes
is a canyon,
|
104620
|
That summer I fucked Kathi R. from Wheaton, as much as I could. She called me Professor Obsessor. She was short and practically without tits, but must have had the longest arms, because she could somehow reach down around my ass while I was on top and she
|
104600
|
It was Phil Collins on MTV, “In the Air Tonight,” that helped cement it for me. It was the beginning of the end of my marriage. Well, not exactly the true beginning of the end. You would have to go pretty far back, honestly, to find the true root of it
|
104522
|
We’re safe as houses/
and unmoved. We grow/
accustomed to the sound
|
104500
|
“Hello. How are you?” “Me? I'm fine actually. Just sitting here in this little coffee shop. Sipping my coffee. I like it black, did you know that?” “Like your men?” ‘Excuse me?” “It's a joke… from…
|
104520
|
Connecting the dots the past two weeks, I’ve concluded you’re pregnant again.
|
104523
|
And you should know, every woman smiles at a man buying flowers, because … we can imagine. We can only hope.
|
104510
|
The aftermath of a lady's adultery.
|
104521
|
She was asked: “What would it mean to be in a great earthquake to you?”
She said: “It would mean that I might never see him again.”
Then she panicked. She came to me and said: “Do you mind riding in the other car? I have to ride in the same car wi
|
104522
|
The space they are in is years long.
|
104532
|
I dream empty, the wind blowing benzene blue. Shards of glass. Barbed wire. Bricks crushing flame into notions gone quick, never painless. Is it my blood? In my eyes. On my hands. Is it for you? I'm not sure where I'm walking here. Walking towards what from. Is it…
|
104464
|
a body lost in thought
stays hopelessly lost in thought
for as long as the latte lasts
and the coffee shop stays open
and the moms don’t gather with their baby carriages
and the bums don’t bum overly much
and the trust funders don’t lose too
|
104466
|
you set the world in motion. When you lovesomeone you reset everything to glow. When you love someone you forgive the world. Everything is possible. When you love someone it is time to go on home. When you love someone you're reborn as someone else…
|
104430
|
I prowl. You prowl. We all prowl.
|
104420
|
|
104497
|
He remembers his father’s concrete slab hands. Balled into fists they resembled kettlebells.
|
104442
|
When they first brought me home, I was their pride and joy. Then, one day, they put me in this wooden box.
|
104494
|
|
104485
|
The next/
may be the lucky one,/
undiscovered all these years.
|
104463
|
Spring break that year, (1963) I spent nearly every minute with Lynda. Her taste for sex was unquenchable once we’d gotten started. We did it in every position possible. The sitting position in the front seat of the car, which my brother Herb had to expla
|
104422
|
I don't care what my reincarnated self thinks about today. I'm already aware that everything stinks in the end. Well. It's supposed to. But all things must seek travel while they can. Dance while they can. Dream while they can. Laugh while they can.…
|
