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 drove to the doctor's office as if I was starring in a movie Phillip was watching -- windows down, hair blowing, just one hand on the wheel. When I stopped at red lights, I kept my eyes mysteriously...
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 could see it so clearly, the zygote- shiny and bulbous, filled with the electric memory of being two but now damned with the eternal loneliness of being just one. The sorrow that never goes away.
He's stuck at 3:14 a.m. with only the moon to talk to.
He was worried she would not let him love her with the stain. He had already decided long ago, twenty or thirty minutes ago, that the stain was fine. He had only seen it for a moment, but he was alrea...
He pulled away, the teenager pulled away, but his eyes held my eyes like hands.
Everything in the bathroom was white. I sat on the toilet and looked at my thighs nostalgically. Soon they would be perpetually entwined in his thighs, never alone, not even when they wanted to be. Bu...
Always running and always wanting to go back but always being farther and farther away until finally it was just a scene in a movie where a girl says hello into the cauldron of the world and you are j...
A howl was curdling inside me; the ache felt inhuman. Or maybe this was my first human feeling.
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...
We were always getting away with something, which implied that someone was always watching us, which mean were are not alone in this world.
We held each other’s hands and laughed with feigned embarrassment that gradually took hold and became real.
Tom looked across the patio, our eyes met, and for a split second I remembered my drunken nineteen-year-old face pressed against his chest at a party, his lips resting on the top of my head, murmuring...
They were sparkling with the old love, the greatest love of my lifetime. And they were triumphant.
So this was what it was like not to be me.
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...
My voice was low and formal. I sounded like a wooden father from the 1800s.