Month: December 2017

Eskimo

Eskimo I open the body, but don’t see the papaya seeds Brown riches, bursting against the orange fruit Of this person, unanimated, under glass. One dessicated, Inuit anonymous man, eyes shut too loosely against pain Ten thousand words for melted snow in water running from his eyes Pink adipose like whale blubber, consumed by chemicals, then stripped away So this man could be part of an exhibit in Germany Preserved for all time as memoriam, as living proof That people could be taken, stripped, studied That people could be specimens That fruit could be dried, tasteless, visible. Displayed, even...

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Sustenance

Sustenance I woke up and thought my face had hardened into his hip bone. One body a simple extension of the other. No mess of arms and legs, no taste of his body rolling off my bottom lip while I drifted off. I was really there to see if his fingernails are as long as mine. So he slept, and I crept my hand along his forearm until our wrists lined up. Just what I thought: nails the same length, mine with a little more dirt underneath. While I focused on our hands he woke and only saw reaching....

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Convergence

In 1968, when I was nineteen years old, a new bride, and four months pregnant, I watched Roman Polanski’s Rosemary’s Baby. The film opens with an aerial shot of the New York’s Dakota apartment building, with its gabled roof and odd chateau-esque architecture. The accompanying soundtrack is a menacing lullaby, a haunting, directionless “la-la- la-la…” sung in the whispery voice of someone slightly unhinged. When the camera brings us down to street level, we watch a young couple walk through the porte chochère into the building’s courtyard. The cues are there for the taking—the young man and woman have...

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Black Crickets

I didn’t know the boy he sexually assaulted—the one he was arrested for assaulting. I’d grown up and left town by then, was only home to visit family. The paper said the boy was staying the night at his house and the two of them were going fishing early the next morning. But the boy woke to being sodomized. He ran home and told his mother, who called the police. No word on the father’s whereabouts or why the mother had let her son go on an overnight trip with a grown man. I didn’t know the boy but...

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Family Movie Night

Carrie Fisher is a piece of ass. Jamie Lee Curtis is a piece of ass. Karen Allen is a piece of ass. Melanie Griffith is a piece of ass. Meg Tilly is a piece of ass. Sigourney Weaver is a piece of ass. Sissy Spacek is a piece of ass. Goldie Hawn is a piece of ass. Kelly McGinnis is a piece of ass. Daryl Hannah is a piece of ass. Barbara Hershey is a piece of ass. Shelley Long is a piece of ass. Diane Lane is a piece of ass. Jodie Foster is a piece of ass....

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