and you know I don’t mean inside the dumpsters because holy fuck how gross would that be but in the cinder block enclosure that hides the dumpsters from the public with its blocks textured on the outside to mimic cut stone
His mother’s yelps of pain could rip open the sutures of an otherwise uneventful day. “There are lots of different ways to dream”, she had told him as her hunched frame pulled itself through the bathroom door.
My therapist wants me to tell you how much you hurt me. How the affair destroyed not only my ability to trust you but annihilated my capacity to believe that what we had was real.
When I talk to you in my head
I was first diagnosed with cancer, but then it turned out it was actually many tiny crabs inside of me.
Sometimes the electrical outlets on my train cry harder than I do. I’ve learned to leave them alone when they need their space. No one wants an audience while they cry.
I can’t explain why I keep going out with Nick, except that it’s cheaper than cable TV and just as fascinating. On the way out of restaurants, Nick always drops a filled out comment card.
He’s about 40 and looks a lot like he did in his 20s – only his features are less defined now, fading away to reveal a softer, dreamier face. His vagueness makes him attractive.
I felt her eyes upon me before I saw her. No more than three feet tall, a blonde ponytail pulled tight from her face, her cheeks wet with tears. The street was still quiet.
My watch vibrated and I pulled up the notification: Appointment: 1:00 pm. Procedure: Mouth sewn shut.