I went to the bedroom and lay on the floor, so as not to mess up the covers.
I walked to the car and wished that I could walk toward the car forever, with this confidence about where I was headed.
I kept getting older while he stayed young, my tiny husband.
I had written the same word seven thousand times attempting to alchemize time.
I excused him for the cover and for everything else. For not yet being a New Man. We fell into silence then; he did not ask me any more questions. I was still happy to sit there beside him, but that i...
I do this before I bring someone new into my life; I try to get a sense of who I am so that I can make it easier for them to know me.
I decided, right there in the darkness of the hallway, that I wanted this.
I could see it so clearly, the zygote-shiney and bulbous, filled with the electric memory of being two but now dammed with the eternal loneliness of being just one.
He pulled away, the teenager pulled away, but his eyes held my eyes like hands.
For a split second I felt as though she was nobody special in the larger scheme of my life. She was just some girl who had tied me to her leg to help her sink when she jumped off the bridge. Then I bl...
Did she think it was temporary? Or maybe that was the point of love: not to think.
But we couldn't see to form a chain of doubt between each other's eyes. And her voice had a vibrant certainty that made believing her feel liberating and obvious.
After passionately nursing this idea for about an hour, I suddenly had another idea: no I wouldn't. Of course I wouldn't make an entire city out of cereal boxes in the basement. The moment I had this...
When you live alone people are always thinking they can stay with you, when the opposite is true: who they should stay with is a person whose situation is already messed up by other people and so one...
What most people would do in my situation is go to their boyfriend’s house. They would go there and cry and be handed tissues and cry some more and never stop to think that they should really be laugh...
We were always getting away with something, which implied that someone was always watching us, which mean were are not alone in this world.
They were sparkling with the old love, the greatest love of my lifetime. And they were triumphant.
She never inquired, but she never recoiled, either. This is a quality that I look for in a person, not recoiling.
She didn’t think she would have bothered if she hadn’t been what people call very beautiful except for. This is a special group of citizens living under special laws. Nobody knows what to do with them...
Once Carl had called me ginjo, which I thought meant sister until he told me it’s Japanese for a man, usually an elderly man, who lives in isolation while he keeps the fire burning for the whole villa...