Monthly Archives: March 2015

I would swallow a tree for you. Not, like, in a sexual way. Just, as, you know, an extra source of fiber. I would eat the promises of the past making new truths while admitting yesterday’s errors. I would forgo … Continue reading →

By the time the chicken thaws I doubt that I’ll be hungry. When it’s ready to be cooked, you’ll have surely flown the coop. When those thighs become unfrozen I suspect that I’ll be single and you’ll have quit your … Continue reading →

I think, by now, it’s clear: things are not going the way either you or I expected. You keep telling me to watch what I say but I can’t help but reverse it. I am constantly staring at your mouth … Continue reading →

I hid the cake under the microwave in the drawer with the disinfectants because I suspected you wouldn’t be going anywhere near there anytime soon. I hid the cake – what was left of it – under a towel so … Continue reading →

I really wish you’d given me your real name when we were making out on that Greenpoint roof last week. I doubted that you would – it seemed so unlikely there would be a Mabel in this day and age … Continue reading →