#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
So I took the exam, passed it, took the physical, passed it, and there I was—a substitute mail carrier. It began easy. I was sent to West Avon Station and it was just like Christmas exc...
Jr. high went by quickly enough. About the 8th grade, going into the 9th, I broke out with acne. Many of the guys had it but not like mine. Mine was really terrible. I was the worst cas...
now the territory is taken, the sacrificial lambs have been sl… as history is scratched again on t… as the bankers scurry to survive, as the young girls paint their hun…
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
I been readin’ you for a long time… I just put Billy Boy to bed, he got 7 mean ticks from somewhere… I got 2, my husband, Benny, he got 3.
invent yourself and then reinvent… don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent… and stay out of the clutches of medioc…
New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...
I still get letters in the mail, m… men in tiny rooms with factory job… living with whores or no woman at… booze and madness. Most of their letters are on lined…
the boys come up the boys climb up the brown pole as the waterheater gurgles in Spanish
I began getting dizzy spells. I could feel them coming. The case would begin to whirl. The spells lasted about a minute. I couldn’t understand it. Each letter was getting heavier and he...
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every