I plucked my eyelashes out for you one-by-one, to the rhythm of love and love nots. The pattern fell in your palm like a new moon cycle, disappearing into the blankness of that night. Those fools had nothing to hold on to anymore anyway. But my eyelids got lonely soon; they didn’t understand why their shadows were gone. You told me it was because my eyes were not the sun. All I could do was laugh at the thought of that clumsy, dying star. Continue reading
“New Year,” I say to Dad,
the ugly, prickly orange couch all poky on the underside
of my thighs. I can’t include “happy”
this year since, as of this morning,
she’s not here.
I scratch this stupid couch back,
the one we both hated and pleaded Dad to burn.
It was his father’s, and only in the family
because Jackie O. sat on it once
before she was “a Democrat’s wife.” Continue reading
After Russell Edson
A man on crutches sees a pigeon drinking coffee on a New York sidewalk.
“Pigeon! I’m so glad I found you!” says the man. The pigeon nods.
“Oh Pigeon, this handicap has left me too lonely, ” says the man.
The pigeon says nothing, but nods in agreement. Continue reading