My Nina
Tamara Dragadze
But she is always here, always too strong to evaporate into some kind of hereto after.
But she is always here, always too strong to evaporate into some kind of hereto after.
I should have called out, “Marry me,” followed by your name, in that quarter-second of dead air.
Nothing too prosaic, nothing too provocative, just four beats, a stunted swirl of “M”s and “R”s.
My
Eventually, the coke got to his head. He started becoming extremely paranoid. I was on a trip.
I was ten when my mother first took me to a psychiatrist. He put me on Zoloft at her request. My relationship with pharmaceuticals is my longest running one to date. My normal.
I, and my vile habit represented a toxic threat both materially and existentially. It wasn’t only the danger of secondhand smoke, but the mere existence of smoking that they wished to shield from their cherub.
Chris snaps the seal of a Jack Daniels shooter and pops the brown sugar down his throat. Tommy pops Vicodin: Coronado eats a stick of dynamite and blasts his brain with meth, no judgement.
I haven’t had a sip of water in days. I scan the colorful, exotic flowers that fill the twenty eighth floor apartment. The view overlooks the Hudson River in New York City, and the lazy, muddy water
Chronic illness already made dating hard. And then the pandemic arrived.
“I almost forgot—” my childhood friend interjected as we were wrapping up a phone call on a blustery September day. “I
Once, I thought I would forgive. Now, a year later, I’m still waiting for the feeling to appear
No, I do not want any kind of modern love, with all its entitlements,
Nipple covers.
Pasties come in every shape, size and color. They can be plain or blinged within an inch of their minuscule lives. They can have tassels attached. They go on one’s butt cheeks with
You asked Harrison who sat opposite you, if Mexico was a strong team and all he said was they might upset Argentina. He said this in reference to their game against Saudi-Arabia, you no see wetin them play against those Arab men the other day? Your hope dashed. You became a piece of meat doused with anxiety.
What interested me about those stories didn’t really matter to you anyway.
You can tell everything about what a man will be like in bed by how he writes. He had rhythm.
Jilly says the 21-year-old is weirdly similar to me, specifically because she’s in her early 20s and has a dead dad.
My sister is more of a person than I am. She works at a bookshop and wears visually interesting outfits, ties up her blonde ringlets in a tall bun and ambles around our town in clogs. We hear her
MSN Messenger was the absolute dive of the internet in 2002
I have a question for you. How did you bear it? That creeping loneliness, the way it whispers in the darkness. Sometimes, lying there at night after my own domestic and industrious day, I wonder how much longer I can bear it. Do you know what I mean?
I lie into the stone wall above the spa and flip open my copy of Less Than Zero to the corner I folded on 69. A passage on Christmas in Palm Springs.
I get in bed, move my mouth over her nipple.
“Do you mind if I moan?” she says.
The cooks told me jokes with no punchline and sang popular Chinese songs while I chucked grasshoppers in the garbage.
In terms of a break-up, gonorrhea is a god-send.
I wanted you to count on me—if not as a lover, then at least as an object for your using.
Sometimes he’ll cum on my face, and I’ll have to hear about it in one of his poems.
I stopped taking the Wellbutrin cold turkey during the 2020 lockdown... All was well until one day when an ex that I had a tumultuous history with demanded I undo the hex I placed on his dick. The accusation sent me spiraling.
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!