this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into

at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a

rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:

they’re not going to let you sit at a front table at some cafe in Europe in the mid-afternoon sun. you do, somebody’s going to

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

the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives

I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal

boy, don’t come around here tellin… can’t cut it, that they’re pitching you low and insid… they are conspiring against you, that all you want is a chance but…

I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels

you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the