Vodka followed by beer followed by the sound of elevators shaking the walls and me cross legged on the couch, alone.  Settled, predictable ( Read more... )

maybe she ( Read more... )

A level below the woman on the roof, I could see the profile of an elderly woman sitting and watching television through her half opened window. The light reflecting off her face in rapid motions as the images changed on the television set. Up above one floor on the roof the plump woman scurried with a basket into a door way and out of sight ( Read more... )

at 10 i buried all of my grandmother's jewelry in the yard. i think about digging it up sometimes and buying it again next to her.

I met Gino at 14. He was 30 something, 40. It doesn't matter. He showed me pictures of his bull dog, Chico & called me baby girl. Baby girl, always. Almost every sentence. He said he dated a heavy girl once & it made him feel sexy. True story.

1 and a half cups of rice crispies with raisins, no milk ( Read more... )

when i think of all the images a mirror has to uphold i do not feel so bitter about smiling for the camera.

you can be the fun one ( Read more... )

i wonder if you'll always bring me cheerios with raisins. i wonder if you will always dance with your shirt off and if you'll always be so thin. if this kills me at least i will die inside of you like a moth fizzling in its flame. i dream about winning all the stuffed animals at the carnival, putting them in your yard and setting them on fire. i ( Read more... )

i am a loaded gun covered in your fingerprints, explosive together and destined to part. me, somewhere at the bottom of the Danube. you, donning a wig & calf implants on the outskirts of Rio Gallegos. the truth is i drink too much. i have a matchbook a passport and you, all the ingredients for a smile too wide to bear, so i keep the excess of my ( Read more... )