1. The Automatic Toilet Seat 2. Why Are All the Drive Thrus Closed? 3. The Lights Are Out in the Elevator: Five Stories 4. How to Pretend You’ve Done This Before: A Beginner’s Guide to Bondage 5. The Easiest $500 You’ll Ever Make 6. My Hair’s Being Watched 7. All I Want is to Finish 8. Foxygen
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As received by Jellyfish Harper: my dearest, first i feel as if i must apologize for what happened at the dmv the other day. i promise you that i didn’t mean to make out with that random transient. i’m not straight. i don’t know what came over me. despite it, i hope we’re still in good graces because you’re the eternal poetry that is my spirit. furthermore, i miss you and your outstanding butt. hell, i can’t be in the […]
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I didn’t need to know him, but he showed himself to me. He did most of the talking and I listened and sometimes added value to the conversation, but mostly listened. He’d say something really big sometimes, too big for my brain to handle, and I’d stare at him, in no way to eager to impress, so silence was my response. But he would share things so big that silence seemed almost rude so I’d say, “I don’t have anything […]
Categories: stories • Tags: dating, first kiss, ice cream cake, Kin Dza Dza, sex
Do you ever avoid work by trimming your toenails and coating your feet in rosehip seed oil and shea butter? Do you ever avoid work by tracing your veins with your nails and moisturizing until there’s no longer a dusty trail of white skin? Do you ever avoid work by going to the kitchen barefoot to peel, cube, and salt two eggplants? Do you ever avoid work by sitting on the floor in front of your laptop, staring at your post […]
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and I responded: There are two things I’ve always had a difficult time with: poetry and performance art. Both are unintentionally uncomfortable to me, as if stumbling upon someone’s open diary and catching a few words that force you to pause and read the whole page. That feeling of invading someone’s privacy (and getting great pleasure from it) never leaves me, even when the performances are public or the poems are published or spoken. And I’ve been reading poetry lately! […]
Categories: sugar • Tags: communication, performance art, poetry, poets
For three weeks I lived across the street from it. They were the only three words I said every day, multiple times a day, because I could never remember my street number but I remembered the cemetery, so when the taxi drivers asked “Adresse?” I responded with “Cimetière du Montparnasse.” Because I said those words often, I said them well. After hearing where I wanted to go, typical taxi conversation would suddenly burst into an opportunity to connect with the […]
Categories: secrets • Tags: Cemetery, Montparnasse, Paris
The man I met today was a professor. He professed a lot of things but the parts that resonated were the bits and pieces about his family, existing and past. Ten years ago the family he was born into died and he felt (and still feels) like an orphan. His existing family unit continues to grow because that’s all he has…”the original set of kids have grown…let’s adopt some more…” kinda thing. It’s not common on a first meeting to […]
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