Dances
Blanche Wall of ill repute she descend, Sit up tall floor dweller , metallic smile, raise ribs, epitome of gracious. Don’t mind if I do.
Married Monkey on back dragged put place in unbecoming light himself, even if she come to watch, good to be there to help. Have another . Then.
Mourners Dress
The Face
Up at night, the cats yowling, I stagger into the bathroom. In the window hangs a face as pockmarked as a wasp nest. I peer too closely, realize what it is, and faint in a heap of useless meat. When I awake the face has faded and the wind from the southwest stinks
My Left-handed Cousin
You’re sitting on a train about to depart from Akron, headed back to home, where nothing ever happens. Separated by only glass & a sense of blurred distances, you & your distant cousin, Robert Robert Humphrey, make faces, nose pressed to glass, a fitting way to say good-bye. At get-togethers, Robert Robert
re the windows (revisited) and the watching therefrom sometimes when you watch long enough the small things move, the things you thought would stay put for always no matter how long you looked. The fold in the fence from something large and hateful, the pathway perpendicular to the yard, the street that goes away awayaway
Fledglings They were close. So close she could hear the rattle of a boot buckle near her head as heavy feet smashed the rain soaked grass. The undergrowth fooled them, they passed right by, mere inches away. She looked at her watch. Still under two hours. Time had stretched and wavered and crawled limply as
Merchandise Splayed in the middle of the road, a dead human, some other humans stop. They stop and look at the splayed human who is dead. No one knows
what to make of it, no one knows what to say, what to think. The sun hot on skin. Everyone looks at the dead splayed human
Hand To Mouth
Though it only takes nails a few months to regrow, I knew a single bite of cotton white crescent would sever me from the agency for good. Hand Jobs Ltd. only covered beauty modelling; it left the crumbs of character work for smaller, uglier businesses. In the world of hand modelling, Onychophagia
X-ray
The morning after the fight, Anna awoke to find that she had X-ray vision. She woke up with her cat nudging her head with its head, and when she opened her eyes, she saw, as though on a doctor’s light board, the bright white bones of the cat’s skull and the dull gray outlines
Stuck Between Stations
Late Sunday morning, I was on the veranda with my wife, Emily, reading the Times. Someone had written another editorial about the hanging chad fiasco, which gave my wife an excuse to wax bleeding heart politico. I said her opinion didn’t matter, since the highest court in the land had already made
