That cicatrice ringing the heart, like notches on the prison wall, that sharp sweet spoor.
I eat a big salad and watch Kim and Kourtney eat big salads on a ten-year-old episode of Keeping Up with the Kardashians.
U were the only Turk i knew, and also the only Turk my parents liked. they never let me walk around the fountains at night even though it’s the only place in Sofia with streetlights after two a.m. b/c
I am seated at a small brown desk from IKEA, crafting a love letter.
See how the heart spills right out of me? Spills and spills, ink everywhere. This desk is too small.
Picture it: Me, a
A year after my wife Ada disappeared, I started attending the book club.
During the first rehearsal, her troupe members burn her thighs with incense sticks. It’s not hazing, it’s just how they bond.
Arnold Palmer died today. The news anchor announces it on the TV hanging in the corner as I’m dealt a pair of 9’s at a Jacks or Better machine. Suddenly it doesn’t matter that the news anchor
A drunk woman invites me into her canoe. It isn’t really her canoe; it belongs to a sullen man sitting by a campfire. I had wandered through the woods from my own campsite, looking for beer, and found
(Moaning loudly)
(Bed creaking)
(Crying in Italian)
Given: A girl-body will grow breasts during puberty.
Given: Girls will absorb many different messages about breasts in their lifetime.
Given: Breasts are a source of shame and
I desperately wanted to have a breakdown in someone's arms.
The cop and strip club security guard had climbed onto the roof from outside the building and were trying to get in through the locked laundry room window. Claire let them in.
It took three of us to get a king size mattress stuffed into the tiny service elevator, pushing our shoulders into it so it would finally give and bend. It sprung out when the doors opened, like a
Of course, I thought about these uncles. Even WhatsApp-d some of them when I remembered.
Long before I wore wigs to punish the men who had punished me, I wore them to channel Selma Blair. I was thirteen, my flat chest leaned over the bathroom sink. We were both brunettes, but that’s
To a degree rarely rivaled, Sean Kilpatrick lives for words. Tantrums is a testament to the last twenty years of his life, and includes absolutely batshit scripts, joyfully brutal fiction, and
“Have you tried hookers?
Church? God? Your dead
mother? Pills? Coke? Crack?”
He spiked a 104 fever and just as I called his neurologist to ask if we should head to the ER, my son seized for the first time in over 157 million seconds.
Bitter Water Opera is one of the most beautiful books I’ve ever read.
The man that killed the world is being lauded as the better of the billionaires because he launched a cloned app that bans you if you aren’t positive. It’s like if you were stuck underneath a boulder
The second time I gave him head he couldn’t get hard. He said this never happens.
Someone behind him checked their phone and I saw the time. 1:36am. I thought about what would happen when the bar flicks the lights on and everyone scatter like roaches
Ball sweat, BO, ass, dirty armpits, nail polish, hairspray, feet, Newports, Bugler, Jack Daniels, vodka, cupcakes, tequila, donuts, Squirt, hot Cheetos, McDonald’s wrappers, coffee left sitting out for weeks...
His dreams fill with bell towers, stabbing deaths, his lifeless body dragged by split fingernails into consciousness.
“Because of nothing we are together.”
—KA
Now, there were two biographers and a documentary filmmaker circling her fame like the moons of Planet Kathy, goddess of love and lust rising in
