Monthly Archives: February 2016

At your event you gave chocolate kisses to anyone who asked. You were generous. You did not judge. You were indiscriminate. You provided your gifts to all because that is the kind of person you are. Everyone is free to … Continue reading →

It has been quite some time since I have felt so stupid so awkward so ill-fit. I am not used to this level of fluster in my speech or hesitance in step. Is this what love feels like or dementia? … Continue reading →

The words were walls. The words were buildings different ones that we each had entered separately and locked between us. The words we said were trenches were missiles were hurled at each other not in anger but in something more … Continue reading →

I have had four regrettable mustaches in my time on this plane. The worst of course was that thing I tried to grow at fourteen. That wisp of a curl was something no one should have tried. Slightly better was … Continue reading →

In retrospect I see what I should have done. You gave me the perfect opportunity to beg your forgiveness like in the greatest romances of the twentieth century via that century’s greatest memetic constructs: the big gesture. I didn’t realize. … Continue reading →

Seventeen hours ago you said you loved me. Seventeen hours ago you thought I was great. Seventeen hours ago there was a future with no regrets and miles of good intentions up ahead. Seventeen hours suddenly seems like a fucking … Continue reading →

There is nothing wrong tonight no tense questions. no complaints. The words aren’t getting more clipped nor the silences longer. Everything is perfectly all right. Not one argument has occurred. No one has thrown a blow or cast a stone … Continue reading →

I was just about to write song for the dumped despite the fact that someone beat me to it by twenty years. I am no longer creative. I am no longer original. I feel stupid, contagious thick as a brick. … Continue reading →

There is no lint. I smell of soap. I have drained myself of all excessive fluids and thoughts And… I am not yet ready for tonight. I must learn a new language and floss my toes and buy those new … Continue reading →

This cartoon I saw when I was eight showed this guy losing his toupee and then crying in spilt milk (or something like that). I swore, later on, in the bathroom while doing some serious thinking that if I ever … Continue reading →