Classifications of Bibliographic Debris

by | May 13, 2023 | Picking up the Pieces

Smile. Make eye contact. Remember that too much is unnerving. A medium amount of smiling and eye contact will do. Cut a circuitous path across the party toward her. Walk cool. Should you trip, pretend like you were briefly dancing. At the end of the night, walk her to her car. Ignore her confused head tilt when you inexplicably shake her hand goodnight. Just enjoy the pure moment of physical contact. You’re basically holding hands.

In September, I suffered a failure of imagination and paid for it with a mouthful of broken teeth and a fractured skull.

He entertained a quaint notion that there might be something freeing about want absent desire.

Your mother warned you that houses were hungry places, but did you listen? No, you did not. Now your wife stands next to the bed a ghostly figure, half-lit in rain-pocked streetlight.

“There’s a man in the basement,” she says. “He wants to talk to you.”

Later, your back aching, you’ll stop at an iron water pump and work the handle with tacky hands, slurping mouthfuls of frigid, metallic spray until your belly is ice-cold and bulging. Satiated, you’ll wipe the pump handle clean with the hem of your shirt and head for your car.

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