August 2010
like the lovesick leviathan gnashing his teeth on...
this is coca cola ground zero. this is the room where Dorothy Parker died. this is a golden fog. this is a night light. this is an empire of want and i want to know what you dance to when your heart breaks
excerpts from august
i take the youngest to her cello workshop and take the oldest to the aquarium. I make him hold my hand even though we are standing still on a moving sidewalk. he squirms at first, trying to drag my arm out of place, but eventually he gives up and is mesmerized by the captive ocean life in all their high definition glory. he even says that, that they’re in hi-def. we both relax in the...
as the ashes of my entrails float down like...
they're playing our song (part 5)
i wake up screaming in a hotel room because i’ve had the dream where i’m back in DC cooing sweet nothings into the hand rails in Rosslyn Station. i sprint from the front desk with my credit card in my teeth and my shoes in my hand. when i wake up again i’m touching down in Atlanta and the girl that’s been in Europe for the past month has sent me a text saying she’s...
never joke about paris
the city from the sky
untitled #5
the projector flickers and the film vanishes from the screen. the sirens have started and the theater lights come up. young couples and groups of teenagers get up from their seats and make for the exits at the rear. i grab my jacket and step into the aisle, making my way through the oncoming crowd, towards the side exit. A girl in a red overcoat is rummaging through her hand bag and looks up...
