All images are cold like curled up fish. How can I belong when I can't read my e-mail. Don't even know how to get to Eudora. The landlord man has thick horn-rimmed glasses.
I hear muffed spinning. The sound of a tongue lightly vibrating. Dogs howl and bark at the house. The neighbor calls and stacks up our trash cans. We can't pay rent.
He kissed my hard. Narrow lips turned away fast. This is not a postmodern man. He is my husband. Angry at me for scanning in my wedding dress and not calling. He quit his job.
Like how it rains when you don't want it to. The dogs continue to bark. I can yell, knock on the glass, they will bark again.
Identity is fluid and changes outside of our control. I couldn't put on enough sweaters today. Is this what I am supposed to be doing? Not only does marriage flatten sex, it what marriage is.
As the dogs race and fight, I can only see the tips of their tails as they whirl. I connect history to the past by putting his picture in my locket and closing it. As the dog barks to remind me I am not part of the fun.
This scary feeling that you are on to something. Afraid because if feels like it might destroy your life. This tingle, twinge, drool. The shell holds the goods.
We were on TV and I just kept smiling. Afraid of calling my sister-in-law and talking about ivy. Wanting to be my own version of Martha Stewart. This empty feeling that knowledge is not love.
How can he put himself on a list. Over a hobby, an occupation of the mind. Forced to negotiate and then wanting to take shelter in plucking eyebrows, pubic hair, eating pretzels without salt.
Getting inside by taking apart, is a technique. Then you will no longer talk the same. Or enjoy a newspaper. It all becomes fake. But most people don't notice.
Stop this extended invective. It is interrupting my fantasy. Where are you, language, when I need you. The wedding gown is preserved. The shoes are still dirty.
It is hard to talk about the weather when you know it doesn't really exist. My husband is already a cultural artifact.
Collaborative learning may be an option. The trick is to use critical distance to explore an experience, but not to replace that experience. The dogs bark.
He is mad I made brownies for the soccer team. He didn't even see me score. Looked away as I toed the ball.