#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
if you can’t stand the heat, he sa… kitchen. you know who said that? Harry Truman. I’m not in the kitchen, I say, I’… oven.
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone
So gramps wrote Joyce a big check and there we were. We rented a little house up on a hill, and then Joyce got this stupid moralistic thing. “We both ought to get jobs,” Joyce said, “to...
Lydia had two children; Tonto, a boy of 8, and Lisa, the little girl of 5 who had interrupted our first fuck. We were together at the table one night eating dinner. Things were going we...
There were continual fights. The teachers didn’t seem to know anything about them. And there was always trouble when it rained. Any boy who brought an umbrella to school or wore a rainc...
Cecelia sat and watched us drink. I could see that I repulsed her. I ate meat. I had no god. I liked to fuck. Nature didn’t interest me. I never voted. I liked wars. Outer space bored m...
In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.