For once I feel whole, but this is a sinking sensation. The slow pulling motion of a small bit of lead tied just beneath the lure. (Sparkling plastic minnowing thing hiding barbs and hooks.) Sensible. Something simplistically round and inexpensive placed to the side while gutting. The dull wet heavy of a body hitting uncertain ground is foreign to ( Read more... )

Tell me another lie like 'there are reindeer on the rooftops'. I feel bored and fretful like the little boy that demands all presents be open on Christmas eve and has broken every last toy before the morning has dawned. Testing every joint for the snapping point. Unappreciative brat. Give us a tantrum. This is how you feel when you don't believe ( Read more... )

The simplicity of a single morning can change everything. The hiss of egg lopsidedly hitting the pan. A can of nonstick in the pantry. Something floral falling off one shoulder in lost modesty. Yesterday's pink nailpolish is chipped and the rent is paid three weeks late ( Read more... )

(On a slate grey corporate building at midnight.) There are jigsaws of lit windows leading up from parked cars to the skyline. There's an equation: Three rectangles of black, one warm yellow with blinds. Two black, one silhouette of a woman holding files, working overtime. An electrical tetrusing upwards in law offices, accounting firms ( Read more... )

Things kindle at fingertips far too easily. Singe. Speak one tongue of flame. Extinguish. The chalky tick-snap of charcoal cooling with a slow ache ( Read more... )

She's a wilting violet that chainsmokes when her conscience isn't watching. Three nights ago she knew her evenings were turning towards disaster. Towards that feeling of leaden honesty hanging like a pendulum inside her chest from some vital glistening pink thread in the back of her throat. This is the character of anatomy made by idle hands. She's ( Read more... )

"The truth is I haven’t been able/ To write you out like this in a long time/ Because suddenly, It’s not just the girl in an off shoulder/ Black dress/ Walking across her landing/ Toward me /With outstretched arms /That I want to capture/the low light candles and soft music. Her olive green fingernails ( Read more... )