our fatherJames picked up the Ouija Board at a toy store and said, “We could have some fun with this.”our father
I said, “No,” but nothing else. Although our fingers were woven together watertight, when he continued to study the box with consideration I tugged my hand free and put two steps between us. One, two, like an ultimatum, two sides, two choices.
He said, “Hey. What?” and put the box down to follow. He caught up to me and we linked hands again, habit like buckling a seatbelt. He didn’t repeat his inquiry. My unexplained sullenness eventually got lost among the other sil
modernism in actionYou felt that they had fired him unfairly and so of course you talked about it at work, both at your day job and at your night job, your voice too loud, defensive on his behalf.modernism in action
(He said he would look for a new job in a week and then got drunk that night, staying out too late with his friends, not coming home until you were long since asleep. On subsequent nights you would come home to his phone call, asking you to pick him up from someone else’s drunken smoke filled apartment, these Dionysian revels you were always excluded from by the night job, and you would drag yourself out in the car, to pick him up, not asking how he would
"some of these days"He said, when she let him in, “Hello. How are you?” She wore too much perfume and it trailed in her wake as she led him down a hallway composed of blank blue walls and closed white doors into the living room. What he could see of the apartment was largely unchanged, several new books, dishes in the sink, but hopefully not the same ones, two of the four lightbulbs in the overhead light had burned out and the room swam in gloom."some of these days"
She settled on a red footstool, a favorite perch, and shrugged, “Okay, I guess. You know.” Her sweater, eye-watering turquoise, rode up as she moved and a hand with orange polish bitten off in c
the slope of a linethere are times i want to reduce you -like an unwieldy fraction- to your lowest viable form the mathematics of our relationship is bedsheets like parenthesis (inside of these i) subtract your clothes add my hands my lips my tongue i would reduce you to this -the um -the oh -the ah -the yes -the please -the faster fasterfasterfaster the mathematics of attraction as i divide your will from your desire your love from your lust your pull from your thrust your sex from your fuck diminished thought anthe slope of a line
kind of discouraged
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LOVE COMICS!!!
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"If it has legs, slash it.
If it doesn't, give it legs. Then slash it." --me
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i will paint you in silver. i will wrap you in cold.
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i will paint you in silver. i will wrap you in cold.
thanks
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i will paint you in silver. i will wrap you in cold.
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celia
thats just too much... maybe its like a job requirement? like, at the bottom of the application it reads in fine print "if you are applying for a job as a french teacher, you must have one nostril different than the other"
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We're going to right the world and live our lives the way lives were meant to be lived. With the throat and the wrists. And love till it hurts maybe, but goddamn girl. Live.
-Sandra Cisneros
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