There was no apology in her eyes, no love or caring. But she saw me, I existed, and this lifted the beams off my shoulders. It takes so little.
Then Potato ran by. He was a little brown dog, just like the woman said. He tore past me like he was about to miss a plane. He was gone by the time I even realized it had to be Potato. But he looked j...
The receptionist xeroxed my insurance card while explaining that chromotherapy isn’t covered by insurance.
The boy, who himself was so compelling in the way boys can be. How he pushed his hair off his sweaty forehead, the mineral smell of him, his hand holding a pencil, holding a pencil, holding a pencil,...
The boy looks at his teacher. The sun is shining into his eyes and he squints, and there is a pause wherein the shining of the sun and the squinting of the boy are the only two movements on earth.
Some may say that such a girl is not ready for a relationship with a man, especially a man in his late sixties. But to that I say: We don't know anything. We don't know how to cure a cold or what dogs...
She was a very beautiful person who was missing something very ugly. Her winnings were the absence of something, and this quality hung around her.
She bludgeoned me with a look of such limitless compassion that I immediately began to cry.
People just need a little help because they are so used to not loving. It's like scoring the clay to make another piece of clay stick to it.
Morning had gotten lost on the way home. We would lie this way forever, always saying goodbye, never parting.
Let's say a person is down in the dumps, or maybe just lazy, and they stop doing the dishes. Soon the dishes are piled sky-high and it seems impossible to even clean a fork. So the person starts eatin...
It’s not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told.
In my paranoid world every storekeeper thinks I’m stealing, every man thinks I’m a prostitute or a lesbian, every woman thinks I’m a lesbian or arrogant, and every child and animal sees the real me an...
I was never good at jumping in, letting go of one element and embracing another.
I smiled into the air the way I smiled when customers unbuckled their belts, and I made my eyes laugh as if everything were some version of a good time.
I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered again, It's not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told.
I looked at other couples and wondered how they could be so calm about it. They held hands as if they weren't even holding hands. When Steve and I held hands, I had to keep looking down to marvel at i...
I had forgotten about the baby. Until then she had been giving birth to birth—to contractions and noises and liquids. There was someone in there. We
I feel into the eyes of every person I passed on the street.
I cried in English, I cried in French, I cried in all the languages, because tears are the same all around the world. Esperanto.