#Americans #XXCentury
luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that
we tried to hide it in the house s… neighbors wouldn’t see. was difficult, sometimes we both h… be gone at once and when we return… there would be excreta and urine a…
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
now the territory is taken, the sacrificial lambs have been sl… as history is scratched again on t… as the bankers scurry to survive, as the young girls paint their hun…
there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not goi… to let anybody see
the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live,
listening to Bruckner on the radio wondering why I’m not half mad over the latest breakup with my latest girlfriend wondering why I’m not driving the…
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
That evening I started drinking. It wasn’t going to be easy without Katherine. I found some things she had left behind—earrings, a bracelet. I’ve got to get back to the typewriter, I th...