My husband had no idea that he’d proposed. Nor I.
We just suddenly found people turning up
outside our home with salads. Sweetmeats. Kitchen appliances.
We looked at each other, shrugged.
“Do you think they mean to kill us?”
“I’m not sure. It’s possible.”
"yeah, i don't know why they don't
legalize this stuff," karsten said.
i watched the thick plume of smoke
snake up out of his joint
and collect at the top of the ceiling
"yeah," i said
"it's like, can you imagine
if they made alcohol illegal
again
like they should, cuz the stuff is
way more lethal
than weed"
"it is,"...
Establishing my negative credentials.
I curse at work, to myself, but loud enough
for everyone to notice. I make fun of ridiculous
rules and sneer at the company dogs I'm
surrounded by.
By implication I mean everyone, because when
I make enemies, I do it whole. And there's something in me
that needs to flush everything...
Wife smoked and drank hard cider
while I got another headache on a
smoggy sunday afternoon with the
neighbors’ children screaming and
banging on the wall. And the tape
recorder had to be returned for
warranty work because it was fucked
up and wife’s Smith Corona typewriter
was fucked up also again because
everything we buy turns out...
A dirty little demon is crawling up my pants leg
determined to gnaw off my genitals with its
sharp little demon teeth but I grab it by its hag
hair and slam its head against the corner of my
desk, then I fling its solid little body across the
room into one of my...