He sat down on the toilet and his life poured out of him. Days later his wife started banging on the door. I’m tired of this shit, she cried.
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T 4756
They sat down to dinner. His daughter said, I’m going to Thailand to study modern primitives. He thought one thing. But he said, Salt please.
T 4750
Inside my room. Behind the dresser. Underneath the week’s laundry. That’s where I hid my porn from my mom. I never told her. Now I miss her.
T 4247
The in-laws were over and he stayed in the basement and played video games with his kids and then the in-laws left and he went back upstairs.
T 4244
Another late party in the neighbors’ yard. Drunken happiness causing bitterness. Convulsions. I need a gun, he thought. He thought it often.
T 4235
This love is like snow: cold and miserable. He eats with his mouth open. She farts sulphur. And then the spring, and what he does to the rug.
T 4231
She might deny it but the volume of the TV belies her protestations to the contrary. I’m going out, he yells. Pepperoni! his mother replies.
T 4218
Then he slumped on the couch and she said, You don’t inspire me anymore, and he slumped further and farted and she said, That doesn’t do it.
T 4200
I was her gardener. She said, That feels funny to me. And I said, Not as funny as this feels. And then for no reason she put her clothes on.
