We’ve seen each other two and a half times since we broke up eleven days ago for the third time since winter. We make these arrangements to meet on Facebook Messenger as if that’s somehow less personal, as if we’re really putting in an effort to try to be strangers. I no longer know the …
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The bleary-eyed boys, a quarter century old, caged in by time: the impending prime of their life, nearly skip over the pile of misc. leather shoes whose matches may be buried in Auschwitz or Dachau or in another pile in another museum or in the fertile soil of the collective memory, but instead they pause, …
Blankets beckon the rain, and I indulge in a half-dozed dream state, giving my mind a good stretch into the far corners. I keep an ear on the weather: the cloud, the gloom, the shadow cast waking in a large bed alone, the mid-autumn grey, when it all sinks just a little. Things get quieter …
Bodies float alive on the Dead Sea. The Atlantic is an opaque ocean of dead bodies, and I’m gasping for breaths in between. Twenty three, the therapist diagnosed me. And there’s pills for that, he said. So I became an island nestled between salt and a hard place. Western medicine dehydrates my faith in humanity. …
Girls who pull off camo Bummin' cigs off Cheeto Barnes & Noble Seth Cohen Eating pasta with my fingers Not wearing shoes in the summer Winning a car merge Running away: The soles of my feet are callused So my heart doesn’t have to be. As a rule: Before I drown in …
Now is probably a bad time to ponder the carpet selection, but honestly I’ve been lying down on this thing for some time now, and though I’ve personally never taken the time to really observe this carpet, (I don’t come in here that much. Just my luck, right?) someone did obviously take the time to …
When I was seventeen, I was told to hunker down. I was in an acting class and had just spent about fifteen minutes improvising a scene played out on a tightrope between the life I was living and the one I’d just created for my character. Real Life Improv - that’s what my teacher called …
