Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time
Sound engineers believe Alan Rickman possessed the perfect male voice. Early acting teachers told him he sounded like he was speaking from the back of a drainpipe.
a folksome, gruesome opera
of gauze and malcontent.
of ethical standards
Her brown eyes,
how a fig
soft porn, as gentle prodding and petting parent
to parent might calm and soothe the kid.
Kate Winslet always reminded me of my mom. Maybe that’s why, even to this day, I get defensive of Rose from Titanic when people call her stupid or shallow…
my friends’ fathers are
I mean dying
With great reluctance, I agree to meet a cousin for an outside lunch…
Another image rises to us both: A man hunched before a TV, watching historical documentaries, correcting incorrect facts. Rasputin was not a priest, damn it.
At the end of the meeting, the villagers agreed to contribute shillings and pounds to sponsor Elochi to a university in America.
The young boy goes to bed and kisses his mother goodnight. He goes to bed and closes his eyes and wishes his family good sleep.
At twenty, the world is yours because you’re beautiful. But never acknowledge your beauty, or it makes you a bitch.
Okay, picture this: We’re in an elevator. The elevator shuts down. It doesn’t matter where we’re going, only that we’re alone.
I reached for my invoice, which Dr. George, holding it between thumb and forefinger as if it were a soiled diaper, dropped into my hand.
Ever since your son brought you here, things have been different. He was crying when he dropped you off. You still don’t know why.
With my camera, I give and receive love.
the strands of your hair on the bathroom tiles aren’t sketching defeat. that’s you spitting disease in the face with another day you’ve woken up to.
Before the headaches began, I thought myself sturdy: firm in my foundations, set square like a saltbox house.
Try not to see your own predicament in every fucking thing.