Monthly Archives: August 2010

Red Light, Green Light Merging Onto the freeway Breaking, even though he knows it will change Trusting now Not breaking Because It will change These are the conversations We have Over Scotch And Whisky At the Dresden While the little … Continue reading →

Rots in the fridge. Not in a gross horror-film-you-can-see-its-eyes way.  But in a soft, cold, and lonely, pink way. It’s become a laughable regimen. She takes salmon out, defrosts it—with healthy, good intentions—then all plans recede into nothingness and the … Continue reading →

He stuck his hands in my armpits. I said, get those out of there.  He said, this is love. I said, no GET OUT OF THERE.  He used my face-wash, mask, and towel. Not my toothpaste. He used his own … Continue reading →

Inside the train station, we sat there and watched people—live.  That’s how the trains got started.  It was light inside the large space, until a sparrow got inside and flew frantically around through the beams before finding its escape. That’s … Continue reading →