he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle

The next morning Tammie found a prescription in her purse. “I’ve got to get this filled,” she said. “Look at it.” It was wrinkled and the ink had run. “Well, he tried to get this prescr...

the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn

she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,

it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or

Bobby’s wife worked two nights a week and when she was gone he got on the telephone. I knew that on Tuesday and Thursday nights he would be lonely. It was Tuesday night when the phone r...

I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with

the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans

“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...

half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the

That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...

I was standing in line at the bank… when the old fellow in front of me dropped his glasses (luckily, with… case) and as he bent over

are we going to the movies or not? she asked him. all right, he said, let’s go. I’m not going to put any pan ties… so you can finger-fuck me in the