Tape of “Katie Lazzaro Walking Home, Binghamton, NY, 1976”
"And how do I advertise love, who can advertise love, what other goods and services can be advertised"
Tape of “Carissa Golevik’s Instructions for a Job Interview”
"Play your theme song on a harmonica as you enter and exit the room."
Drowning seemed like a good idea only minutes before...
The History of People Who Have Been Killed by Their Own Inventions
"(Should we count the children trying to invent superhero capes from bed sheets? The hopeless trying to invent a way out?)"
Self-Portrait with Pollination
"Tonight I didn’t kill anything. Tomorrow I will sell flowers by the pound"
A Woman at the Gym Queefs while Stretching
"But you go on climbing the ropes of the air, then you sway like beach reeds in the breeze"
If It's the Last Thing I Do
"Not so for Skunk, whose genius could be summed up best in a line from Mythmatics, his posthumous (and most celebrated) volume of verse..."
"His prose, a tad too controlled to be spontaneous, teeters on the brink of despair..."
The Honey Dance of Moccasin Wallow
"The better you communicate with the dead, the more money you make."
"...snowsuits. black with red stripes on the cuffs and swooshing like mad with every step."
"He was a very handsome dirty little man. He wore his shirt open. I liked him quite a bit."
Marriage, 9th Year
"we journey at opposite ends of our caravan, between us, a trail of strollers, DaVinci cribs, bouncy chairs, breast pumps, lost jobs, and a big box of resentments"
Ten More Minutes, Please
"or use the electric can opener to carve a map of the night sky into the dining room table"
What? What Is It You're Trying To Tell Me?
"She sat next to me on the sofa, wound one up and set it on her knee there between us."
"I imagined myself in his skin, the hair crowding my seat like a crowd in their seats"
"Leah, unsmiling, looked powerful, as inscrutable as the snake."