None of them had wallets or cell-phones or any ID. Just Viking stuff.
Well not only
did this coffee cost me more
than the other Subway
and not only was it a smaller
cup but look at how much
they filled it.
from left to right, from A to Z, from high to low, from generation to generation, from all of us to all of you,
How do you deal with marrying someone right before they die?
One regurgitated Astrodome drop in a barrel, wounded [is majorly internal], dies later. That's nostalgia.
And it worked. Neighbor helping neighbor. Neighbor chopping it up with neighbor. Saying hey. Crossing the street to ask how the kids were.
the toucan w/ the tidy mind who handles distribution at the paris review
Why hold onto your books so tenderly, he asked. Why collect them in such great quantities with no intention to read them?
and I must take this road from every example even if these examples are the document of my life and every one I loved.
The Jeff-Goldblum-crossed-with-a-fly-divided-by-cat-dog-and-just-released-from-the-telepod-writhing-in-agony-in-a-pink-stinking-mess-on-the-floor kind of trans person?
The shadow plane
points perilously
in the direction of
human love.
Reason 2. Your brother is already married.
If I am going to get into your family, it’s
going to have to be through you.
I used to chug margaritas at nightclubs and whisper to blonde women. I was a large man and the mirror caused pain. I was married at the time, which makes these memories doubly shameful.
When I am sitting up in bed, which I often do, I think in terms of submersion, as if I fell through the floor.
the pictures, of you, begin to resemble, you, less, the more, you scroll down.