Relationships
I watch a pigeon fly into a live poultry market on 3rd. Its double doors wide, a maw; the pigeon hovers through its gray excesses,…
It was like love at first sight. She, by stenciled cap, Another Christian Mom for Nixon! enrobed in coke and thrift store polyester, with hands…
We find you everywhere we look. Washed up on the beach. Stashed inside of a cold oven. In the back seat of a sedan with…
It’s true they spent money on me. They fed me. I never went down on their son but he’d hold my hand and enjoy all…
Do you remember that New Year’s Eve we watched a movie and I heard you making noises with your eyes at the climax of the…
You know the kind. She takes her panties off but you’re scrubbing at the pie tin, the aluminum pie tin, because you don’t want to…
When he’s tired he never sleeps or even closes his eyes. She doesn’t seem to either. Instead, she picks her scabs and skin like bananas,…
Tease, he smiled. His hands trembled when he clutched her shoulders. His nose began to run and he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. I…
On the television, the weather man’s arms sweep down like skinny birds, his fingers pressed together, following the conch-like motion of the wind. The winds…
We met on a Sunday for sundaes, and right out she said that she belonged to a group. I think she wanted to jar me….