A Filling Station, A Falling Stallion
Amanda Scott
You held your mouth open but kept crying, the bread going soggy in your palm, your communion taken in vein because of course you were always the body and the blood.
You held your mouth open but kept crying, the bread going soggy in your palm, your communion taken in vein because of course you were always the body and the blood.
...I'm part of this thing where fish learned to walk...
My grandfather drives me up to Sarah Lawrence choking back tears. As soon as he leaves, I cut off my earlocks in the bathroom and change into Outside World clothing.
Tom Selleck, in his best reverse mortgage voice, volunteers to call your parents and break the news that their daughter almost died. Your mom is happy to hear from him since she always liked Magnum P.I.
Big Bob sat beside me and watched women he classified as MILFs walk their kids to the pool with large, clear tubes.
AR: This is a boundary and you are going to push against it
After she leaves, you still drive the same route to work.
She arrived at my apartment at 3 a.m. with a soft suitcase on her head, a handle positioned over one eye. I could see the netting in her matted blonde wig. Her broken eyeliner and stained lips
After we finish doing the dinner dishes together, Mario heads into the living room and picks up the remote control.
“Guess what?” he says, turning on the TV. “New Zealand is playing England in
I saw into the face tattooed on his thigh and thought, I am not afraid.
A robot took my uterus. Left my ovaries behind.
When attempting to convince a group of friends to watch the 1995 film Showgirls, I compare it to the more recent Hustlers, but where Hustlers is invested in empowerment, Showgirls is invested in
Bill Murray ponders a six-pack before writing once more.
Yoda’s thirst provided more difficult than anything he had faced on the planet before. He did not have running water, and couldn’t just pop down to Pel’Kiha’s Corner Store anymore.
There was a time I had a flower in my mouth...
Aaliyah
Dr. Dolittle Soundtrack
Track #3
Damn. This was the song—the song we danced to in perfect rhythm with each other. No words—just movement, and it was all in our shoulders. I never saw the
Going to work after you’ve been on an meth bender in a brothel is not a good idea,
Previously on...
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Melanie is my yoga instructor. Sometimes she’s pregnant, other times not. Her voice is soothing in a way that would annoy me under other circumstances, like a preschool teacher without a preschool