The baby gurgled and mawed. After getting passed to the last teller, he screamed a pitch so high I covered my ears.
I wanted a girl I could take my sunglasses off for. I wanted a girl that wanted to hold my reflection in the center of her eyes.
List To-Dos. Vent secret frustrations. Compose abominable poems. Dream impossible fantasies.
As our postcoital conversations pushed us further and further away from each other, I lounged in his bed, nibbling on a melting L or Q or F.
It happens more than a person might think, animals in the house. Squirrels nest in a closet, a rat snake curls up in the tub.
But as I looked through the photos, I grew more and more angry. The actor who played Wolverine wasn’t in any of them.
He was angry. He was scared of her. He was scared of the post office. Everything is on accident or everything is on purpose or everything is both.