Book o’ Verse

Waiting outside the theater –dink. his mother’s umbrella opened accidentally into the backside of his buzz-cut head. –dink. –dink. He blinked. He tightened. –dink.

summer midnight in the city and the bridesmaid just walked past without her shoes on.

It’s a young man’s game.

Never chew gum in an airplane bathroom. Because if you do your gum will taste like an airplane bathroom.

they’re chatting in front of the register lit softly by streetlight and if you only saw the look on his face her back to you her hands on her hips straight black hair sliding over casual tilt you’d never guess she was an eighty-year-old widow.

espresso, green tea. I mean, seriously. How much more married can you be?

Trying to cover the three of us with one umbrella. My naked hand out for a cab full-body soaked as that car roared by and I was wet and cold and pissed. Then giving up counting our change to catch the crosstown bus climbing onboard paying our fare and me surprised to find it half-empty … Read more

Yesterday I really let him jump on me let him throw himself into me like some red-headed salmon and me the current his feet slapping the waves. He was laughing, slap-laughing and flying, slap-flying. And then I was the sand and he was the ocean and he stretched me apart and he wore me down … Read more

He talks in a low hum with no air between the words. He fills all the space. He fills all the space. Hefillsallthespace. He’s like crickets.

He sat down sobbing into his hands. 50 cents and he wanted them to give him a dollar for it. Retarded. “I hate math.” And I just wanted to have lunch. Then he stood, bearded burly Thor retarded. “I hate math!” again looking back through his beard over one thick shoulder. And he thundered off.