December 2011
2 posts
Sit Down on a Discarded Couch
The reason you’re always married is your shirts are boring. If you buy some brightly colored shirts, your life will be like that movie about the couple who enjoy asphyxiating each other with plastic bags. They sit down Christmas Morning on a discarded couch to open a package of bags and the couch comes alive and screws both of them. I’m not saying you’ll have a religious experience, but you...
Ground Control
I used to watch each dandelion in the traffic island flower and go to seed, waiting to send the seeds sailing with a hard breath, or reduce them to flashes of yellow with a lighter. They say there’s a David Bowie inside each of us, just waiting to burst out, but how will I know? Even the swarms of bees seemed special the first time—afterwards I lay on my couch, feeling like a piece of warm, thick...