Two Stories
David Kuhnlein
I imagined finding him hanged beneath the creak of a taut rope as often as I didnt.
I imagined finding him hanged beneath the creak of a taut rope as often as I didnt.
I imagined finding him hanged beneath the creak of a taut rope as often as I didnt.
That’s why we are “in relationship,” to deliberately alienate each other’s unhappiness—to build an incredible shrine to unhappiness that would be seen for miles in a flatland, if such a shrine could be visible.
That’s why we are “in relationship,” to deliberately alienate each other’s unhappiness—to build an incredible shrine to unhappiness that would be seen for miles in a flatland, if such a shrine could be visible.
I spent the next couple hours grooming myself and getting drunk. I was sick all the time back then.
I spent the next couple hours grooming myself and getting drunk. I was sick all the time back then.
I blast the airhorn before the lump on the floor knows what’s going on.
I blast the airhorn before the lump on the floor knows what’s going on.
Every winter, the Jersey Shore freezes into an old car in the driveway, tarped and bricked until May.
Every winter, the Jersey Shore freezes into an old car in the driveway, tarped and bricked until May.
How they stabbed me and got away with it!
How they stabbed me and got away with it!
He came down my throat, I slurped it all up.
He came down my throat, I slurped it all up.
Everything tended to with love bears fruit they told me.
Everything tended to with love bears fruit they told me.
How much would you pay to have an honest conversation with yourself?
How much would you pay to have an honest conversation with yourself?
He turns up late to almost all of his final exams, answers whatever questions he feels like and defaces the rest of the paper.
He turns up late to almost all of his final exams, answers whatever questions he feels like and defaces the rest of the paper.
I lie in bed a long time before sleep comes. I wonder if I love Natalie or if I’m just so bored and I’m turning fleeting, tiny moments into full scale cinematic affairs in my head.
I lie in bed a long time before sleep comes. I wonder if I love Natalie or if I’m just so bored and I’m turning fleeting, tiny moments into full scale cinematic affairs in my head.
I can tell she’s not convinced. But I’ve been Googling symptoms: confusion, nausea, loss of appetite, changes in sleep patterns, visual hallucinations, erratic behavior.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."
-Walker Caplan, Literary Hub