I’d scratch them by stretching out my fingers wide like cheerleading jazz hands and rub them up and down aggressively along our itchy wall to wall carpeted floors.
Being Jack’s a guy, he’s also tasked with the act of pulling my ass apart when needed so the Radiation Oncologist, Dr. Katz, a short petite woman of prissy demeanor who does her ass work in civilian clothes, even while wearing heels and a tiny purse strapped across her midsection, can insert her finger.
Four days after the initial shit, another pile of human shit was found, this time by the foreman himself, who was checking the inventory of an item located in an ill-lit and rarely visited corner of the warehouse. He immediately called a meeting.
I want to deny him but he’s playin’ it natural and attentive. He’s good but I ain’t sure if he knows he’s good or if he’s just as polite as he’s coming off.
She looked better and better to herself in his bathroom mirror as she washed up and got all ready to spend the night with him in his warm bed.
I put a stone at each corner of the paper to hold it still beneath the fan in our bedroom. The instructions were simple.
A furniture delivery arrives, as my mother warned me upon leaving for the store that it might, and two nieces who have hidden themselves in a cabinet come out at the sound of the doorbell to ogle the brightly-colored truck in the driveway.
Sitting still can be tough on a body, just as the shifting earth, and plunging and thawing temperatures can be hard on a pipe.
Jeanette has gotten many notes in bars before. Many men have spoken to her too.
The world does not write enough odes
to in-betweenness—the way you can be
together / feel apart / apart / feel together.
In a room of dozens, in a city of millions,
the mashing of MacBook keys
My sister called me the morning after that dream to tell me that the family cat was dying. It was the last cat that was still alive from the time I had lived with my parents.
Previously on... Episode 1: "The Landing"
Yoda had nothing with him other than the clothes on his back and the debris inside of the pod. There was no need for anything else. He had left his
All day Iphigenia
so far from the man I came to see.
Haven’t we tired of famous men? Shouldn’t I
have my shoulders back, chin straight—I was given graces
that distract from the tissues in my
I didn’t realize, when we were falling in love, that her father was a pathological extrovert.
17.
He who left home built the biggest steel bridge over the long river
The bridge was a success for millions of people
But he who built it died on it
His mother back in the village
People are still here! Said the dog’s eyes.
There is a ceramic pot full of my mother’s cigarette butts on the front steps of my childhood home, hot-glued back together by my father after one of our cats saw a chipmunk, and went for it.
The first time I went to the opera I went because I wanted to see a man go to hell. My dad got us tickets to Don Giovanni and at the end Don Giovanni refuses to apologize for the terrible things he’s
it's dead at the bar so I say
"sure but I'm not in college
and I'm not wearing underwear
A dog would live too long. An axolotl would stink the house. Reptile equipment is confusing, complex. I’m allergic to cats. What I really wanted was a sibling, or my father. I was thirteen. We bought
