I have a sexual fantasy in which I am fucked by all of the white men who have ever said something to me that I…
Julio asks me out every time I come alone to the BP where he works. Julio stands behind the counter—bling belt buckle, goatee, and gelled…
In Mary Lou Retton’s garage are five unopened cases of Wheaties with her face on them—her fists raised in triumph—and a folder of signed pictures…
Having just discovered William Carlos Williams’s writing, loving most-to-all of it, defying older brother and PhD candidate who says WCW is kind of old news…
My father, working as a prison guard, was often summoned to stand in the lineups when they didn’t have enough people. Regardless of how innocent…
I couldn’t resist the deal. Headstones for sale. Going out of business. Minor flaws. All sales final. “What better way to express the transitoriness of…
We are not the kind of people who know much about tolls. We have a can full of change, a bucket of chocolate chip cookies….
I thought I’d be an astronomer—a scientist of huge, unfathomable things. For my eighth birthday, I asked my father for a telescope. He got me…
When the summer rain came we left buckets outside in the yard. We went to sleep and dreamt of flying. In the morning the buckets…
Nothing is so enormous as mother. Mother, who stares and waits for me to dance. Well, I won’t dance. I stick to my room. There…