The moral sense in mortals is the duty / We have to pay on mortal sense of beauty
At eleven thirty my mother calls my name from the living room. The rise and dip of the E resting into the guttural peace of the A, this Emma, Eeeeeeeemmaaaaaaa, Eeeehmuhhh, if anything, this name means home to me, but only ever when taken from her mouth.
I go and find a room lit by a television [...]
Vacation.
These past few days I and the family have been in the north. When you leave a city whose name means strength for a the wide expanse of a wetland 300 kilometers away, you gain more than in the wheel rotation count of your automobile.
When viewed from space, the Ebro Delta looks like the geological [...]
New York.
As I am exiting the Museum of Natural History, I pass a woman talking on the phone. She asks, “Is it wonderful?” and I think, “It is.”
I am in New York, buying English books (at the Barnes & Noble on Fifth Avenue, thoughts of Kelly prompt me to purchase “The Cave” to replace “Death at [...]
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 [...]
Happy Birthday.
Still waiting around for that epiphany.
In Which I Wear A Party Hat. I Like This Party Hat. You Should See It.
It’s T minus forty-five minutes, and I feel like I should say a few words about this year. Yes, thank you very much for the croquets, no, I’m afraid I’ll have to decline that glass of champagne, Miss Applebaum. Yes, I’m quite sure. Can’t afford to arrive home tipsy, you know, Miss Applebaum? I’m wearing [...]
Untoward Happenings, Or, A Blind Spot.
On the way back from Tarragona, my mother informs the rest of the car that she wants to buy tomatoes. Her body is built into, but not limited to, the space of the driver’s seat. In quantum physics, observing an object changes it, due to the instruments used in observation. How can we know anything, [...]
This Is What Happens Now.
I called the psychiatrist half an hour ago. Outside on the balcony, so she wouldn’t hear me, holding the phone in one hand and the slip with his number on the other. He had a voice like a classmate of mine, regular, almost boyish, especially careful. I told him about her. He seemed nice, and, [...]
Bye-Bye Beautiful.
I don’t know when it suddenly became passé to mention the September 11 attacks. I’m given this look that’s almost disdainful, like I’m breaking some goddamn rule by talking about it. Is there a time limit to grief?
I wonder if it’s because no one I know died there. I don’t have a right to talk [...]
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