December 2020 B (Day 1)

Avenue de Miremont

She can only fuck to Jurassic Park. The whole building knows.  On Friday nights we hear her throaty laugh. We hear glass chime against glass and we hear chairs scrape the hardwood and we hear nothing and we hear the low note of a single word and we hear a dull waltz...

He’d Point to Andromeda

I could only see him while recording videos. I'd sit across from an empty chair and then I'd hit the record button and suddenly he was there, through the screen. We'd skip the small talk and get right into the important matter of calculating how long it would take to...

ASTRONAUTS

I started drawing pictures the very first day my mother left. My grandmother suggested it, no doubt, in order to distract me. “Draw me something,” she said with tears in her eyes. Tears that predated mine since in that moment I didn’t truly understand what leaving...

Cliff

Cliff My great Uncle Bill was an avid fisherman. Morning, night, hot, cold, he’d take his boat out on the ocean, sometimes with my grandfather, often times alone. One breezy fall afternoon when he was fishing alone, a couple nips of gin in, he lit his cigar, sat down...

Cat nap

I open my eyes and they just fall out. One straight into my shirt pocket. I pop it back in. One rolls all the way to the back of the bus. It stares at me past the fossilized gum. It looks at a thick chin hair. It looks at my calves like butternut squash. It looks at...

BORIS THE TAURUS 

“Don’t kull the bull,” wheezed my great grandfather Dennis. “Uht wahsn’t hus fault.” (He was from New Zealand, so he sounded like that.)  GRAIN thought the bull, as Dennis blid eout and doyed. ... The bull woke up from a stampede dream, stood the rest of the way up,...

Night Library

I'm the only staff at the library. Two janitors arrive nightly in matching designs. One is from Warsaw. One claims Durango. They take photos before and after every shift. They hold hands when they can. In the mop closet, they offer me cigarettes in Cyrillic. They...

Infinity

One sunny afternoon when I was eight, my step-dad kicked my head off. I was as surprised as anyone. I’d been a weighted, human girl-child my whole life with two arms and two legs, one that knew how to tee a football for kick-off. Then I was light, excused from...

I’d Know Your Skin Anywhere

Darlene is missing. I hadn't seen her since yesterday at lunch. She had been moody, playing with her food, and acting like I didn't exist. In better times we'd get along gangbusters, her hanging on me so close until I couldn't breathe and me telling her how beautiful...

Going For Ice Cream, Officer

We were hot and bored so we climbed into GK's Chevy Impala -- with the windows open cause his air conditioning sucked -- and headed to this ice cream shop in Englewood that we heard was all retro and shit like the 1930s. Blasted Jeff Beck from the stereo -- which did...

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