The darker of the two had a cyst on his temple the size of a ripe date, and a man could be forgiven if he were to believe that between them this one would be the last to do the talking, out of …

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He hypnotizes me with his snake brain. His muscular brain squeezes mine, swallows it. We're under a bush at the edge of an unmarked trail. Count my toes. Straighten the bent one. Straighten everything about me if it still moves.

Did I knowingly choose to enter Gloria’s garden and the warm, dark, hollow spaces she offers? Or is it something else that draws me?

Mayumi could see as far as her eyes could, all the buildings hugged by the trees. Roads stretching outward as if reaching for something far away.

Your sales: still at 0, after ten weeks of trying, three demos a night, five days a week, some on Saturdays — what the hey, Jamie's chased everyone out, what else they gonna do with all those "leads"?

She was washing the dishes in the sink, (you're not going to start with a pronoun, are you? Give her a name, for God's sake!) Kate was washing dishes in the sink, (where the hell else is she going to wash dishes? In a creek?) Kate was washing dishes (was…

My skin would glow, nothing would sag. I'd never roll my eyes and sigh.

Shepperton, England, 1963

Oh sweet, sweet morning light

You know, the kind of venom between women that is invisible to men.

I’m alone, it’s dark. I still have to keep my eyes down as I make my way through the labyrinth of streets, up, across, crooked, and I’m still worried about being hit by a car. It’s just this kind of paranoid vigilance that’s kept me from remembering str

I am in the bad habit of telling people they are the scum of the earth.

It's a poem. Do you really need a short snippet?

Today the isobars are far apart.

It ain't the steak, it's the sizzle.

she goes, and stops