I am going to do it today, Ginnie thought for the hundredth time as she jammed her Player’s Handbook and dice into her knapsack. I’m going to tell her how I feel.
She stopped in front of her hall mirror and looked herself over ‘just one more time.’ Fack I…
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And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot
It’s May 1989 — a line of sheepish pink penguins, my toes
peek over the edge of the dilapidated dock. …
Despite a reputation as a bit of a skirt-chaser, N. had a distinctive Steve Rogers vibe about him. Not only did he have bulging muscles, a chiselled jaw, and a buzz cut, but he was kind and candid and surprisingly naive, especially about women.
My first mistake was sharking him…
The coffee shop is far too cold & my cup remains empty no matter how often I lift it to meet my forlorn lips — my fingers are stiff with misgivings & the sour self-doubt of this eviscerated moment — the clock ticks are taunting, its calloused hands spiraling
I swear: there is a tenth circle of hell reserved for these people.
We’ve all been there: the streets packed with cars, buses, trucks; the sidewalks bursting with pedestrians.
Traffic is crawling — sometimes it’s the weather, but today a lane is closed for construction. …
I stayed with a woman for about a month on the east coast. One night over a glass of wine, she leaned in and told me in a low, conspiratorial voice, “The other day, I went on a date with a man who had a huge penis.”
Trying not to…
There are a handful of bands that circulate through my bloodstream perpetually. I put them back on the shelf, only to find weeks or months later, a craving has crept up on me — not unlike an overwhelming urge to eat sushi.
The White Stripes are one such insatiable passion.
“You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her,” Hélène Cixous writes, “And she’s not deadly. She’s beautiful and she’s laughing.”
Rosy-fingered Dawn — the eternal optimist — flips a switch
and our invented bodies are lit like burnished copper wires — threaded ambitiously through intervening space…