March 2009
29 posts
She waited like the rest of us but didn’t budge until the train barely missed her left braid. Her face explained our worry keeps her living.
The neighbors had a birthday party while we were having hangover sex. ‘Sing louder!’ yelled the mother to the already shouting children.
The self-proclaimed skinny bitch explained he has a twin. ‘Does he have Herpes too?’ I asked. I took the intimate silence as a yes.
She balanced herself freehanded on the train, refusing my seat with a wave of her empty manilla folder. It was tucked between her thighs.
My landlady chained an attack dog to my front door. ‘How’s the apartment?’ she asked. My rent check, paid to the order of cash, must be due.
After reading another passage from the book of dirty dirty stories, he sniggered, then turned to me and said, ‘Get undressed.’
When I told the suburban Connecticut mom we had two more blocks to go, she looked ready to kill me for making her park her minivan and walk.
She wiped her own nose first, then she handed the used tissue to her aging daughter, who did the same. I wonder what else the two share.
Excited I chose the seat next to her, the old vixen pulled at her coat tails to make space, revealing the stems of a much younger woman.
The real rain looked too artificial. The film crew hosed down the actors from a crane, apologizing with fresh towels between every take.
‘Have you any objections if I made veal tonight?’ he asked. I looked him in the eye. ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘You’re a terrible cook.’
Fleming’s didn’t double pour his Guinness, so it was off to the Rover, Doyle’s, Gibney’s, McLoughlin’s, and Sissy McGinty’s to compensate.
I wanted to change trains, but this way it’ll feel like he’s the one leaving me. ‘Still got my number?’ I lied with a nod as he transferred.
Peace signs on his knuckles and a baby on his lap, he busses over one block just for the experience, and then busses home one block back.
I beat the boys at their video game with a pink robot I named Shaquanda. They took revenge by kissing hard my aching cheek.
‘You dressing up for Purim?’ he asked. I shrugged. ‘What can I be with this swollen face?’ Our eyes lit up. ‘Rihanna!’ we said together.
Did today even count, with the ten naps in between the bouts of jaw pain? Does my propped head count as my position? What’s it say about me?
A one legged rooster crowed in a Manhattan park, inviting the little dogs surrounding to yip along in chorus. I’ve run out of Wisdom teeth.
I fear tomorrow they’ll cut my eardrum by mistake. Tonight I sit sans music, hear passing trucks, a neighbor cut paper & my hard drive spin.
I’ve a brother who chose a family, another who chose the world, but I myself chose an inner monologue not in the language I was raised with.
She had to leave the baby wailing in the laundromat to carry the fresh linens upstairs. ‘Don’t cry, America,’ she hushed. ‘Don’t cry.’
When I wiped away the mess, she took my plate and napkin but left the check, leaving me with a handful of crumbs and no access to my wallet.
‘I wasn’t alive in the 60’s,’ she said. ‘They were interesting times,’ he replied, ‘but tonight can be too.’ She followed him one floor up.
The cat purred and crawled between my legs, going where no pussy has gone before.
We met up at the bar. She ordered water. ‘Guess who’s pregnant,’ she said as I downed my pint. ‘Is it mine?’ I asked. She finally smiled.
In lieu of a poetry manuscript, I do believe I submitted reimbursement forms by mistake, and in lieu of those forms, terrible vegan erotica.
I knocked on the bathroom door. ‘Don’t come in,’ he said. ‘Unless you’re hot.’ Ten minutes later, he got out, disappointed.
There is a plain pattern in sex that can be applied to even teeth brushing. Back. Forth. Up. Down. Like a capcom cheat code.