I cried on page 8 when Trevor realized the women he loved was broken in a way that if she were weather, she would rain. I wanted to find the coyote because Tom was desperate, with a picture on line 16. Asking on line 17, Have you seen this coyote?
Or when the lady, because she is not given a name in 1st person, sits on the fire escape dividing her days into sections based on when she’d smoke her next cigarette, often sipping Shiraz out of tea cups. Thinking of the phrase, “feel this deeply.” And make it believable.
Or when the lady, because she is not given a name in 1st person, sits on the fire escape dividing her days into sections based on when she’d smoke her next cigarette, often sipping Shiraz out of tea cups. Thinking of the phrase, “feel this deeply.” And make it believable.
Or like on the last page, when Clair twists her white gloved fingers around Professor Sabrier’s little pinkie penis, thinking of what he taught her, the transitional objects. His phony petting voice, do tell me of your little problems dear girl, we can have dinner first, around the corner and wine and you are so pretty, you little one. Tell me everything. The author says this. Have you been molested? Yes, this one time. But, I don’t want to talk about it. Have you been molested? Yes, it was a great geyser spring fantasy where the walls were naked and Sam was naked and I was fully wrapped in sheets.
Who hasn’t been molested, Geraldo would ask in the direction of his chocolate lab Otis, in one form or another? You drop your drawers. And draw it back to me now, a circle or a face, round and chubby and folded haphazardly into dresser drawers. Or pixel like because Penelope thought of crazy things when real life happened. All jagged and mountain climbing sentences to get to the climax, I’ve never been to the Great Canyon. But my grandmother told me it looked like diamonds on black velvet. Things like that. And Marcus’s characters are too busy for Grandma these days; their off killing lions with a pear or some such; scrapping the dishes or getting fucked.
Yo Sui wanted to feel fiction in everyday life, inventing after happenstance scenarios. To use periods as an enterprise. His doctoral was coming along alright, if only he could stop answering the phone, Hello? Hello? I know you’re there. You call every night. I can hear you breathing.
But what if you had to do it over again? The composer would have saved his parakeet from the sea carrying wind and the unforgiving salt in his lungs. If you had to say it over again, this is what Ross would say in his suicide letter: kick me in my next life if I come back as a banana. Michelle become used to these situations; used to characters not speaking to her, to smoke or not smoke. To collect olive bottles and put Q-Tips in them on glass shelves. To forget the name of that one play where Laura is stuck in the past obsessed with her glass collection.
If things were this simple. If we were thinking what we were saying, then Lawrence could recall simple dialogue such as this:
But what if you had to do it over again? The composer would have saved his parakeet from the sea carrying wind and the unforgiving salt in his lungs. If you had to say it over again, this is what Ross would say in his suicide letter: kick me in my next life if I come back as a banana. Michelle become used to these situations; used to characters not speaking to her, to smoke or not smoke. To collect olive bottles and put Q-Tips in them on glass shelves. To forget the name of that one play where Laura is stuck in the past obsessed with her glass collection.
If things were this simple. If we were thinking what we were saying, then Lawrence could recall simple dialogue such as this:
Hi.
Good morning.
You’re up early.
Yes, I am.
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