i was folding laundry the day rwanda invaded my living room the smell of bleached white boxers warm from the dryer fills the air on screen africans murdering africans murdering africans caught in a daze my own fantasy land playing house yet not grown in the background he stood laughing on the phone rwanda i say that’s nowhere the reply…
Category: Post-a-Day
The Only Virgin he Knew
“You ready to die over this pussy?” She stares him directly in his eye, one bottle in each hand. “Cause I am.” he’s not use to this, they’ve never jumped at him before, never raised their hand to him. Uncertain, he squats and returns her gaze. he’s use to fear. Fear he understands. Fear he…
Flying Lessons
Sidewalks sizzle after the rain. Everything everywhere glows in a magnificent haze the air so thick deep inhalation an improbability. She sits prompted up on his shoulders, afraid. He keeps promising that she won’t fall that no matter how much she may need to wiggle he will always hold on. Instinctively, she does not believe…
Preservation
Reluctantly, she answered the phone. “Hello?” he asks expectantly. “Hi,” she is calm and he sighs with relief. “What are you up to tonight?” He already knows the answer to his question but asks it anyway. “Nothing. I have no plans tonight,” she wants to leave it at that, to just continue along with her…
Convincing Erin
Gray skies have been threatening storms all day. The air is thick with the promise of thunder. Trees shake in the wind. Windows ramble. A cat nestles firmly beneath the sofa convinced that he will remain safe in the right hand corner while toying with the dead mouse. She is exhausted. Her jeans smell of…
Invitation
i. mommy play with me, the edict yelled from backyards kitchen floors and single paned windows. ii. mommy play with me, a modest request, summons to frolic and for one moment remember again what it is like to be swept away in a hurricane of joy. iii. mommy come play with me often meets not nows followed by…
sex and the single mother
Bad sex lingers like pepto-bismal at the base of your throat. No matter how many glasses of water you drink you just can’t seem to shake that chalky pepperminty blah taste. It makes you wonder if you should have just lived with the sour stomach and diarrhea. Hence the case for celibacy. Standing in her…
Pinky Promise
Everything smells of antiseptic and iodine. The counters are graphite but it doesn’t feel sterile or polished or professional. The lighting is distracting trying its damnedest to resemble sunshine but failing miserably. He is uncomfortable and concerned that the two extra large surgery gowns they gave him still don’t cover his girth in any way…
Revelations
She sits on the left hand side of the pulpit mindlessly rummaging through her phone paying bills, making her grocery list and reviewing her ‘friends’ statuses. The sermon is mindless and a repeat from a sermon she heard a week ago. She’s begun to dread ‘Praise and Worship’ which feels more like a cattle call…
Company
She knows what it feels like to be quartered. She’s been pulled in four different directions for so long, she wouldn’t know how to function otherwise. Exhausted still after a day of ‘helping’ and getting four kids where they need to be in order to have one night of ‘me’ time, what she really wants…
fearfree living 