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Does it get any bigger? Do you have this in flax? Are those pants? Why is it moving? Which one is the dog’s toothbrush? Do you want to see my extra nostril? What do you mean what do you mean? Does your mom know? When will you shut [...]
It is almost done. The editing part. I received what has to be one of the best letters ever from any editor anywhere. And then I read the manuscript, which was odd – I haven’t read it in over a year. I went through my editor’s comments. We Skyped (she’s based in Brooklyn). And then, [...]
We are all accidents of history. The professor writes this on the blackboard. Some more than others, he sighs. A bit too loudly. On purpose.
Her son came home early. He was drunk and reeked of pot. She was watching porn on her laptop. Her jeans were undone. Dad’s outside, he said.
We watched our dogs, their sniffing of intimates, the simplicity of their lives, and later I went home and took a long shower. Just in case.
He was drunk, so he could admit he was named after a cartoon, but the bar was so dark, and the ladies were too, because they were all goths.
He told her he was rich and famous. He told her he had a big house. He told her he loved her very much. Why should I believe you? she asked.
We were fighting about fighting a lot. I had started sleeping on the couch. The air in the house reeked of decay. The dogs seemed sad lately.
She uses hurtful words. Words that lead to self-doubt. One day this color combination will be fashionable! I yell, over the sound of the TV.