Connecticut
Nora Goodbody
The drive to Connecticut was easy. There were hardly any other cars on the road. It was foggy and grey and the highway seemed to stretch out endlessly in front of me. The governor had warned against
The drive to Connecticut was easy. There were hardly any other cars on the road. It was foggy and grey and the highway seemed to stretch out endlessly in front of me. The governor had warned against
Tell me the child remembers her mother.
“If you want, we can try to unlock the phone using your dad’s thumb.”
"Do it," I heard myself say.
I ignored it when he admitted he had cheated on all of his girlfriends, and I ignored it when he became quickly angry over something small. I ignored the red flags
Mostly we ordered in pizza and put on slow music that looped and stayed on your rug until our pleasures panged together.
My sister once said that I was uninteresting because I lacked an original wound.
I should have asked John why he was so unhappy. I should have done more than write that stupid note that was all about me and nothing about him.
I pushed open the door and he was the only guy inside, about to unzip at the far urinal.
I had come out just a year or two prior, and anal sex was new. Nobody taught me anything.
I taste cigarette in her mouth.
We had a shared Google Doc titled ‘Ground rules for this relationship’.
8: Perhaps we’ve misheard. Perhaps our facility with language will lead to our downfall. Perhaps the public lauding of our own personas is parasitic and causes continuous displacement.
[The names of certain parties have been changed. Other names were never known and are now lost in time.]
I get maudlin and nostalgic over the Christmas holidays, mostly for a past version of
I hook up with a nineteen year old at my big age. Driving over, I tell myself: act doting, let him initiate everything, he’s topping anyways, he has the power, you could pass for being two years
“I used to buy cigarettes here,” I inform him. I give bite-sized details about myself like this.
She kept pulling my hand towards her clit but I was too tired to actually fuck her so I busted onto her milky tits.
He hugged me, kissed the top of my head. “I was wrong,” he said. “Just be grateful I’m not drinking. I can’t do more right now.”
I’m sleeping with another writer who won’t stop talking about his Ex.
Corey are you wasting time?
How would I know?
I don’t know.
“I’m a fan of being a good rebound”, Alexander says. “It’s really a sweet spot I think. That’s why its so heartbreaking. It’s so tempting. But that kind of level of closeness and independence is very
By August I ended up having only enough energy to have sex with just the one man.
We spent the summer together in London. We lazed in the Heath.
When Tyler and I first got together, we didn’t know that they were trans. But now we do, and so does the rest of the world. And the rest of the world has mixed feelings about it. “I kinda felt like I
Dead Driving: october 29, 2023, 10:31pm
there is a feeling i recall having, that i am having now as i remember it, in my stomach every time i feared death. felt close to it. was put in its
U were the only Turk i knew, and also the only Turk my parents liked. they never let me walk around the fountains at night even though it’s the only place in Sofia with streetlights after two a.m. b/c
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
-Walker Caplan, Lithub
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!