The Rossini Suckdown
Sean Kilpatrick
The tone deaf values most families scrambled to anesthetize irked my metabolism.
Did it bother him that his only erotic recourse that evening would be to pretend masterpiece on her face? Yes.
The Noah Cicero who answered Juliet Escoria’s questions, he is already gone and to take it farther he wasn’t even there before he answered the questions. The Noah Cicero that answered the questions was only that Noah Cicero.
Katie keeps a pet duck in her Echo Park garden house. We sit on the edge of her tub and she sings, 'You are so beautiful to me,' the Joe Cocker song.
We sat many a Saturday
on the bank of The Han River,
in Seoul. Drinking makkoli,
looking at Basquiats, talking
about what it means to be Jewish,
when we danced at Susie Q's to
"Changes"
The tone deaf values most families scrambled to anesthetize irked my metabolism.
and yes, I know how everyone beats up on StevenHawking, that he doesn’t do his thinking for himself, he had one good idea and that was that
Coincidentally, I read the third book of My Struggle in the two weeks leading up to my daughter’s third birthday. The coincidence is that my daughter was experimenting with a particularly annoying
With my back to the washer and dryer I started pissing down the wall.
We stood there, not knowing what to do, so he lowered himself to the floor to show me how he slept.
“Don't you get cold?”
“Only when it's windy.”
“You're in Wyoming.”
“I'll show
I’m troubled to notice odd similarities between my nihilism and the right wing.
Babies from the Dry Counties became a fated élite. From the creamiest of breasts to organic kale pudding and Montessori kindergarten.
We were trying to figure out what a deer's home is called. A thicket? A glen?
I.
When I was a kid I believed
in good old-fashioned animistic
souls coming out of the grass
and the sky and the rocks.
I loved walking
in Las Rocas de Santo Domingo
and seeing
The trouble with paddling is your arms get tired. I tell this to the girls but they don’t listen.
With my inheritance I buy duck prosciutto and rent vacation homes on beaches and mountains.
Between The Social Network and The Imitation Game, we can decipher precisely how our genitals should disrobe us. I, for one, will be relieved to wave them uploaded straight under Darwin’s
I Have
I have a
wet mouth
in this pink
apartment.
I still have that.
Boy—
you think we’re in love?
Don’t you
roughhouse
with me.
You’re trying.
But at this
I was talking about my obsession with the writing of Milan Kundera...
Ask her to aim her index fingers.
at you. Aim yours.
I only look you in the eyes if I’m sure the condom’s on.
Present the conflict or the mother as the conflict or the mother as the object of conflict during childhood.
Standing in the pieces of a broken guitar
I screamed at the summer for sleeping around
breaking my heart with the rising
in those days I drank wine from the bottle
stranded
I remember
the first time
I saw a foreign
cherry. I blushed
a little armpit.
I saw how a cherry,
in it's candied boredom,
could stain.
The other not truth.
Thus