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Fiend sneaks down the lane, hauling his lawn chair
past the marshy yard full of oompah-ing bullfrogs
and buzzing insects sawing away
at their own carapaces.
Fiend is on the prowl, sharkish smile not fooling
anyone (and neither do his humble plaid shirt…Continue
A sign in this airport used to say "Watch Your Valuables" until someone crossed out the a-b-l and now it faces the Homeland Security checkpoint, warning, "Watch Your Valu es."
That strikes me as good advice to the men wearing latex gloves and shiny badges below their humorless chins who keep alert for foreigners in turbans or longhaired feckless boys with dotcom eyes.
A man hums by on a…Continue
I have been watching them for half of this godforsaken tour of duty, and you can’t tell me there’s nothing going on between those two.
I mean, there’s nothing you can SEE, per se, but I don’t need to see something to know something’s there. My gut is right 100 percent of the time, and, as I’ve noted in my officer’s log and in my notes that go by pouch once a…Continue
Dressed in primary colors and a yellow head band, she was the first to venture out of their tidy bungalow and stand in the patchy yard .
He came outdoors some days later wearing mismatched plaids and a ball cap with the Expos insignia, and they held hands in a shy kind of way. …Continue
What surprised the family most when she brought him home was his ordinariness. Mother had set the table with her best company’s-coming cloth napkins and Good China, while Father had donned an anathematic necktie for a meal in his own home.
My nervous sister ushered in this man -- one suitor among so many that we'd wondered what made him…Continue
It was waiting for me when I arrived home at lunchtime. He'd placed it in my chair, where it sat whistling a little tune, causing the chair to swivel right then left, right then left.
To be frank, everything in my office was on full alert and thrumming, although the older books on the floor-to-ceiling shelves were wary of this new arrival.
I pounced on it, a few stray joy molecules flying out of my hair like chrystalline dandruff.
It was slim (40 pages) and colorful,…Continue
He has a daughter who locked her love for him away a long time ago. Now, she wears a dozen different masks to hide her feelings, although she showed her heart just once, just briefly, that time when she was college-drunk.
They walk down a street, inches apart, in silence, and the gods are willing him -- WILLING him -- to reach over, put his arm around her, tell her a private joke, or take her hand when they cross the street, even though she's too old for that, but wouldn't it be a…Continue
Ronny Blaustein has me pressed against him so tight I can feel his belt buckle digging into my abdomen. We're slow dancing in the gym, which has been decorated not to look like the gym, except there's no way to disguise the basketball hoops and backboards.
When the slow dance is over, I go to the Girls' bathroom and I confide to Annie Shapiro about the buckle.