November 2011
13 posts
When I was twelve I met a couple that had recently fallen in love. They met on the street in Los Angeles, where he lived, and then went to where she lived: her flats in London and in Amsterdam. She spoke a lot of independence. They brought me a wooden box of chocolates and outside of books and movies, the two of them were the most romantic thing I’d ever seen.
They shaped my early ideas of...
Here is his moral framework: in the morning, shoes, a swim and coffee; then until dinner, shoes, calisthenics and conversation; at two o’clock, shoes, dinner and wine; at five o’clock, a swim, tea and wine; after that, Vint and slander; at ten o’clock, supper and wine; and after midnight, dreams and la femme. His existence is locked into this narrow program like an egg in its...
What will you hold onto? I already feel things slipping. My dad holds onto music, in the basement, with his vodka on the rocks. My nana holds onto her husband. Will I hold onto New York, this job, that small black sample sale dress? At least one of its nights. Or what comes next. Will I hold on to nothing yet.
Tabby lived with her mother and father in a two-bedroom cape, on the edge of a nice town. She was at that age. The one of eavesdropping at the top of the staircase, in her case on Regan and Glenn.
“The mood swings have to stop Rey. They have to stop.”
Tabby believed that Rey and Glenn rehearsed every evening, for the play they would later star in together. It was an only child...
My hair would lose its original color but most color could continue to be replaced by leaving the gray around the face and twice a year letting Johanna at Bumble and bumble highlight the rest. I would recognize that the models I encountered on these semiannual visits to the color room at Bumble and bumble were significantly younger than I was, but since these models I encountered on my semiannual...
I was wondering where I might go to get the tiny piece of desk removed from my right thumb. I was wondering if a tiny moving man might do it. I think I might know the man. I often see him moving various items of similar sizes around my apartment. I wonder if he could call his red biting brother, and if he could remove the tiny piece of furniture from my right thumb. It’s a helpless little place on...
