You wake up and the woman is gone. You wake up and the woman is on her hands and knees, keening Do you know where my eyes are? I can’t find them. You look and look. The expanse above her … Read More
“and the water felt like crystals” you are saying, buzzing in my ear where the phone is
wedged between shoulder and cheek and
I am barely listening,
lost in myself,
“I look out my bedroom window and admire Sacré-Cœur. The clouds inch past, the sky pales, then blushes, and before I know it the Eiffel Tower is alight, flashing like a jolly giant steel Christmas phallus. Every hour on the hour.”
Giving out extra passes is like donating to the Salvation Army Like giving away Gucci and Vineyard Vines, pink ties with whale print from J.McLaughlin —I won’t miss any of these items at the TI/Ivy Olympics, Before I have tenure … Read More
