Because my husband Bob, out to sea with his maleness, will fly around the front yard, nekkid as a rabbit, as if to challenge me, and because my mother never thought twice about murdering a jackrabbit in the late afternoon.… more
Because my husband Bob, out to sea with his maleness, will fly around the front yard, nekkid as a rabbit, as if to challenge me, and because my mother never thought twice about murdering a jackrabbit in the late afternoon.… more
You are violent / You are male / You want something other than this nuclear warhead in your throat / You want to be rough / You want to be roughly fucked / You want to be doing the fucking / You want a thousand dollar excuse for this ogre in the mirror… more
I went into the debris field and found a piece of her, ignoring the screams of panic and the shouts of police commanding everyone to clear the area. I thought of Leila’s minister who always said about tragedy and darkness, why shouldn’t it happen to you? Why shouldn’t it?… more
An aspirationally masculine kind of name, one that’s at home on a lacrosse team roster or a fraternity or a finance internship, it’s probably supposed to make me feel inadequate, but instead it makes me feel insulated, grandfathered into this world.… more
They scorched the earth, burned bridges, left women scorned and mothers weeping because wind moves and fire moves and water moves, and even earth moves. And their spirits were moved.… more
Everyone calls him Pigsnort. One word, not two. Almost like a real name. You struggle to remember his actual name, or question if you ever knew it. If every village has an idiot, then every school has a Pigsnort.… more
I tell myself he’s okay—until I catch him out there in the withering dusk, spraying the hose into the air like warning shots. Keep back, he shouts. Keep back from my tomatoes.… more
There is so little time to teach you about the wild. I still have to show you how to grin, for the world. How to make it obey, how to remove it from its axis and bounce it the July street. Slap it, balance it, make it only spin for you.… more
Before the placenta was fried with two brown eggs. Before Mom deemed us, “Perfect Gentlemen.” Before Ms. Ann sewed two black suits down the middle for us. Before we wore that suit to Ms. Ann’s funeral. Before we were too small, too slight to be pallbearers on Hudson Ave.… more
There’s something about the guy from Barstool Sports eating pizza that just commands Bradley’s attention, waiting to see if some random pizza shop owner in Connecticut is going to suddenly double their sales. Bradley likes the idea of someone’s life changing in an instant.… more