fiction
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SPF 45, might delete later

I’m doing that thing where you stand in the shower in the steam and stare down the drain like it’s a cave whose bottom is deep and black and you’re about to jump. It’s my second shower of the day and probably the second out of three. I keep going outside and keep reapplying sunscreen Continue reading
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The Sorry Man

Brenda’d had the guy yell at him once a day for three weeks, and then the summer, and also apologize each of those days twice. Her colleagues would look on in amazement at the yelling, and look away embarrassed at the apologies. Brenda preferred the yelling to the apologies, if for nothing else the sheer Continue reading
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To do 7/19

I’ve learned how to utilize about sixty-five kitchen utensils and appliances since meeting T. When we moved in together, into my place, we couldn’t fit all her knives and bowls and mixers and spreaders and choppers and stretchers, et al. So we had to go to Goodwill. With my stuff. I don’t think either of Continue reading
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To do Friday 7/4

I should probably document this. Seems important. In aggregate, I mean. Like there will be more, and more urgent, so I better get this shit down, however banal, before it’s covered over by the insistent present and I lose this piece of the puzzle forever. I’ll start in the cemetery. The path out was a Continue reading
About Me
Yes, about me…
