fiction

Caricature of B. Lovely

I point my camera towards B. Lovely and she is sitting on the curb.

The Sweetness

I’m dancing with my best friend’s husband, under the influence of his jaws and thighs.

Nautilus

She turns her back for me to fasten the rows of metal hooks. Why isn’t our small, tender freedom enough?

Here in East Greenwich

He used to hold my hand on Commonwealth. I wonder sometimes if he ever still thinks about my mouth.

The Nightmare of the Waking World

“The woman was a catastrophe,” Carlos told me at the time. “But she was as honest as my face is ugly.”

Swoon

Jenna says that he typically goes for redheads, so I run to Target and buy a box of hair dye.

In Rare Cases…

You’re joking, I say, interrupting the steady bumping of the doctor’s bushy white mustache.

You and Jane

You’ve been dreading this day since the moment you found out you were pregnant—perhaps even before.

Damn Good Listener

I know you shouldn’t keep wild animals as pets, but I’ve had the same spider in my bathroom sink for over two weeks.

Little Cow

A man with a fistful of showbags said, “That cow sounds like a person trying to sound like a cow.”

Chrysalis

To be encased, Clint had always thought, was foolishness. Why allow yourself to be open to such sorrow?

The Perfect Love

She said I would find my perfect love when on the brink of death.

The Drift

And then he feels that familiar sensation of drifting—when his body untethers from the material world and he soon dissolves into a fine, floating mist that evaporates into the atmosphere.

Darkness always follows.

Your Glass Mouth

A tortured simper uncoils itself across my mouth as I open another bottle of Penis wine.

Out of the Harbor and Into the Open Sea

I’d never heard of anyone having a second baby right after the first one, but everything was so strange in those early days of motherhood that I just acted on instinct.

The Rift

None speak of how the streets collide in coarse seams like scars, the fresh cobbles unable to level with the ones shaken from their mortar by uncountable seasons.

Theoretical Debate

On the first day of our new life together, my husband realized that I was not interested in theoretical debate. He said it was okay by him and went out to get some pancake mix.

The Whole Vile Lot

I eat my Oreos with relish. No—I mean I relish in the Oreos I eat.

wade-in

I am in Rite Aid buying ChapStick and diapers, when people start washing away in the rain.

Demolition

I feel somewhat bad about using the death of my father as an excuse to prolong my trip.