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Life Choicesexpand_more“Just sex,” I say, and the old feeling is back, the creeping nausea.
He sobbed; he said he would go to therapy, stop drinking.
What can go heartbreakingly wrong, and what would you do?
He saw the car bearing down and gave it the finger, a snarl on his face.
They felt smarter and sexier, especially when together.
He’s walking loopy, so I know he’s been had something besides beer.
A woman from the next table eyed him and he eyed her right back.
You’d imagined yourself in the doorway, giving her a knowing look.
The pumpkins are looking up my skirt, making orange a kind of festive.
She stopped, turned toward him, placed her hand on his chest.
I arrived that evening barefoot and swathed in a sort of striped toga.
Lynn Freed reads from her collection, The Curse of the Appropriate Man.
His eyes rested on the trees. By George, it’s like the garden of Eden.
Their leader is a badly wounded boy in need of wounding others.
The baby in her belly is not a sibling, will never be their playmate.
Idzia is a little monster. For a monster, though, she’s awfully cute.
I had pasted a pink Post-it to my phone screen that said DON’T DRINK.
When I was a child I once hallucinated that the laugh track was for me.
Time is changing. November 1. Clocks back one hour. New season.
A man and a woman joined by newspaper pages culture to politics.
You move rocks, run water, check the path of mouse and rabbit.
To keep the baby safe, we sealed the house as if against bad weather.
I confessed to loving another man, streetlamp sequin on a rain puddle. Later, in sleep, your arms opened to me. Mid-snore compromise.
The everlasting shines through in the threshold between worlds.
My soul’s parts know little and don’t care whether I live or die.
“There’s life after birth! That’s what jails and lethal injections are for!”
There are certain defects which well mounted glitter like virtue itself.
I looked up how much everything would cost. Giving birth: $9,000.
When you turn fifty, you have to prove to yourself you’ve got something left.
He showered, shaved, put on a clean shirt, then lay down to die.
