Monthly Archives: April 2018

Essie, if you’re out there in the ether somewhere where I can’t see haunting my thoughts just outside my conceptual perception, be it in faulty memory or through some sort of magic or some physical fetish I took from our … Continue reading →

I am sorry. I am trying. I am struggling. I am changing and I am not sure what I am changing into and though I hope it is something better I cannot say that the process is an easy one. … Continue reading →

And just like that the light goes on. I am sitting alone in my room with the sad music and the hoarded mess with the roaches trailing dust I’d never bothered to sweep and my stomach rumbling for days as … Continue reading →

The most curious vomit just came out of me: yellow, thin devoid of much solid, seemingly nothing but bile. Is this, then, all that I consist of? Am I a balloon a cyst an overripe organ bursting at imagined seams … Continue reading →

If you don’t know what I’m saying you could always ask but that’s gonna help only thirty two percent of the time as listening to others is not one of my greatest strengths even when others happen to be myself. … Continue reading →

The last time I saw that film I wasn’t paying much attention. I was a little busy on the couch with my hands and her. I’d hurried over to see the flick that she’d already started and soon after I … Continue reading →

The road stretches. I passed Syosset which I’m pretty sure is where your uncle used to live. I wonder how he is. I wonder about you. I wonder what it’s like for you where you are now and if there’s … Continue reading →

The police station down the block has before it a sign on the lamppost that reads emblazoned in red No Parking Anytime. Before that sign at any hour of any day are parked a series of police cars. They are … Continue reading →

What did you want, she asked. What did you expect? Did you think that your pretty words were going to make me fall for you here and now? Your words are not so pretty. They are more clever and really … Continue reading →

Yes, yes! There was a distinct chance that I was objectifying you before but only because I did not yet have enough information to successfully subjectify you or make you my subject or my queen or whatever I should be … Continue reading →