Tenth Grade Graduation Cruise.
VALENCIA
I say g’bye, yes, Mother, I will not forget my sombrero aboard the ship. It’s a big boat, this cruise in question, a nice reprieve after the academic year, armed with even a library against the threat of boredom. I don’t expect great things of the library (it probably consists of Dan Brown and Danielle [...]
Okay, Rocky Song Time: Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun. DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN.
Today I attempted to look tough. I donned my most no-nonsense outfit (which actual no-nonsense people would say is not very no-nonsense, especially considering it was purchased in a chic shopping mall, but how’s about we let that one go) and stood in a strategically dimmed corridor in front of the most robust mirror in [...]
Thank You.
The supermarket is selling paperback romance novels now. As my mother goes about choosing an appropriate watermelon, I flip through one at random: slinky virginal heroines and honeymoons spent feeding lovers choice meats. At four euros, or nearly five dollars, “Passion” would cost me a third of what “Blindness” by José Saramago did.
Maybe I should [...]
I ONLY GET TO HOLD HER WHEN SHE’S INJURED, I ONLY GET TO KISS HER WHEN SHE’S SORE.
The paunch isn’t visible when she stands up in the tub and looks down, but it is when she turns a little to the left, towards the bathroom mirror. Her upper body feels heavy, not because of its actual weight but because of the weight of her gaze, examining all the crucial aspects of her [...]
Marc + Daphne, Or, Marc & Daphne, Or, Who Bothers With Names, It’s A One-Night Stand.
“This is an Ivory Tower exercise,” she says, tying a bow with the drawstrings of his pants. He’s not sure what she’s referring to, or even what she means exactly. Guess that English degree was useless after all, he thinks, which is perhaps not the correct post-coital sentiment.
Amorous Postulates, Or, Stalking With The Scientific Method.
(a) Upon sensing the presence of the subject within the immediate vicinity, the following bio feedback is registered: acute feelings of abdominal discomfort (somewhat akin to moderate indigestion), slight nausea, lightheadedness, accelerated arterial palpitations, excessive perspiration and exaggerated sensitivity to environs. The simultaneous and involuntary manifestation of these symptoms when observing a specific individual is known to the [...]
How To Make Believe.
I wish I could blow you a rolling molten glass bowl. Bristol blue, cobalt oxide left in the inside of your mouth: a hydria, a metaphor, a background voice. Eyelids are lined purple on the insides, barring and unbarring, the hem of your jacket as you bend down to open a bag floating and connecting [...]
Unnamed #5.
You look for answers like I’d look for a lost earring: on your knees, hands splayed across the linoleum, grabbing everyone you encounter by their collars, have you seen it? have you seen it? it’s small and I’m sure I’ve lost it, oh I hope I haven’t, I hope I haven’t, have you seen it?
Watching [...]
Warmth.
You’re so fast the automated subway ticket doors don’t even register you, staying open after you’ve passed your ticket and are on the other side. You beckon to me from over there, hair getting in your eyes, hands in your pockets. My first instinct is to begrudge you the free ride, as I may begrudge [...]
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