What can YOU say in six sentences?
That I did not wake any as I walked among them was a credit to my skill, or perhaps it was my desperation. The women lay in chairs and on the floor and under the table, covered in quilts, sleeping in their clothes, tousled hair and soft breathing coming from everywhere, and you could have mistaken it for a sleepover. I stepped in and around them, firewalking, searching for the fluid in a bottle that could be hidden anywhere. Rooms to check downstairs in the dark, then upstairs, feeling my…Continue
“You’re nothing without me, dollface, and you know it, so unpack that bag because you’re stayin’ put!”
“That’s all I am to ya, Jimmy, just another pretty face, I know it, but I tell you somethin’… I’m sick an tired of you treatin’ me like some kind of…of…obligatory metaphor and I ain’t stayin’ put, not now, not ever!”
“What the hell are you watching that for,” Lori said from the hallway, sucking on the thumb she just burned plucking a pizza bagel…Continue
There's a body on my living room floor. It's still under a knitted blanket somebody gave Mom before she left us.
The room is dark, the red white and blue blanket is still in front of the propane stove. It's what happens when you wear blue shirts and pants and oily boots and a belt size that you've had since 12th grade that I loosen and toss aside deftly because I love him and he knows it. Comfort happens when a bra strap pops and shoes come off and Redwing boots are unlaced and…Continue
Mamas coo the pretty words and point to pretty pictures so babies can grow up knowing what things are, but why don’t they tell us what red is and what it means? We grow up wandering fields looking for the highway to get as far away from empty barns as we humanly can because anywhere’s gotta be better than this. We pick up and run far and free and as fast as we can on thighs that could crush the world, wind in our hair, cool air supercharging our lungs, free and so godawful happy to be away…Continue
i love you when my eyes break open. i love you when my mind spills over and i stutter, reaching for the right *** at the right moment, but too many words that mean too many things arise then spill out of my sieve and i sound like an idiot so i'd rather just keep my yap shut and listen to y'all and your gorgeous things.
but i love how you feel and how these things give rise to one another and what a power you show in such a thing, watching a puddle evaporate, a dam burst, a cloud shrug…Continue
My spine woke up and lifted itself out of my back. I turned my head to watch the silhouette on the wall lean then sway, undulate in a silent dance. “You old snake charmer,” somebody said. Vertebra layered like the tower of Babel leaned and swayed and I wondered what music was heard. I studied the spaces between the shadows, noting their unevenness and someone said “Let’s not get so personal.” The dancing abruptly stopped, the shadow disappeared, show over, and I thought somebody was a little…Continue
Sofia turned out the light and smiled on her pillow, thinking about the sweet chat she had with Romeo. He wished he could be with her, stretched out beside her in that sherbet pink room and then wondered how could he be the lucky one in a hallway full of guys she liked to make out with the best. Antonio knew what was going on inside his castle, as sure as he knew his wife allowed it to happen while he was out there serving and protecting in the 718. He thought—no, he knew--he raised his…Continue
Eyes open in the dark, flick to the red glowing numbers that say it’s too late to go back to sleep and the cat chuckles softly at my folly. I tuck deeper in and stare out the window catching an iridium flare, but this is not the show the Quandrantids wanted me to see. Balancing on the sleep fence, testing which way to fall—back into a false rest that will be broken soon by some harpy alarm, or rise, stand and stiff-hip zombie shuffle into the computer room to read bad news. Moist eyes close…Continue
it's like pushing a pebble up a hill while people stand around and watch, or pushing the occasional boulder up a hill and those same people watch, but no matter what happens when you push a something up a hill, you come to a place where apex meets gravity and what you were pushing is out of your hands, careening downhill and you will never catch up to your pebble (or boulder, whatever the case may be.) it's the place you wade out into, up to your knees because your knees can take the cold…Continue