Housewife: —because I’m the only person who tries to tell the truth like it is—
Husband (interrupting): Yes, but half the time you tell it wrong.
Overheard crossing Nassau St.
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The Journey of a Ghost
I. Out of Darkness Here in the realm of shadow, in the deep darkness of a wretched chasm that never lightens, lives a ghost. Living lonely, it craves to spread this darkness, but it knows nothing of the bright world above. One day, it stumbles across a traveller exploring. It has seen men stumble into…
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Babysitting
You sleep fretfully, stirring up the buttermilk air. It’s been through your lungs and mine. You’re grasping and grasping, with hands plump and rosy. For hours you’d screamed, straining and messing my hair until exhausted. I notice us in the windowpane and let my neck slacken and chin fall forward. A mahogany…
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I Let Myself Fall
“They will dig at our bones as we did the dinosaurs’. And when they find yours and my bones twisted up in each other, they will create a great creature out of us.”
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