Feb 01
But Don’t You Need That? At our family’s favorite barbeque restaurant my eight year-old nephew examines my new scar. It juts across my neck and a teenager yesterday at the grocery store pointed and laughed and called me Frankenstein! when she saw it. My nephew’s not an asshole, though. He asks: What’d the doctor take …
May 10
Your Pale Gray Eyes On this awful, bathrobe morning, I wonder what you look like now. Could your ashes fit into my coffee mug? How about our bowl on the dish rack? The one I bogarted the popcorn from curled up watching “Mad Men” when you got pissed I listed all the ways I’d fuck …
