December 2008
3 posts
October 2008
13 posts
Reading an Ex Lover’s First Novel
I don’t mind if you say her blouse fell open like thunder, or if you recall the amethyst veins inside her eyelids, the sand in the delicate ditch of her neck. Go ahead and compare the strung lights of the pier to white streamers behind a black wedding car. And those sea oats, scraping under the constellations, did console. But I have a problem with the way you describe the body of the crab...
Later, People Took On Qualities That Planets...
Eventually everyone had moons: chunks of the earth swaying like tetherballs around their bodies. Every day new ones would swing out to join the rest. Most were small & pale gray like well-sucked gumballs. Women would turn in front of mirrors to admire themselves in profile.
One evening a nervous waiter leaned over the table & a moon sent wine cascading into an old lady’s lap. She...
“Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their...”
– Mark Twain
