Monthly Archives: March 2012
I found him inside a red tent on skid row. I didn’t have to talk to him to know that he was right for the job. He was the right size and fucked up just enough. When I explained how … Continue reading
I was five and I remember hating him because of his face. I could tell he was weak and I loathed him before I was old enough to know that we’re all animals and that our survival depends on how … Continue reading
In my late twenties I suffered from anxiety attacks and when I told my grandmother she told me not to worry. She said the anxiety would go away as soon as I turned 30. The complex things are eventually forgotten, … Continue reading
We had a fight after he found out I made an appointment with my doctor. He tried to make me feel guilty for not trusting that he could take care of me; for doubting that he was committed to making me … Continue reading
I suspected it was petty to want romantic love when men with guns walk around shooting children in the head. I also suspected the man in my house was like those men outside. Still, I wanted it. Stupidity trumps everything.