#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
One night my father took me on his milk route. There were no longer any horsedrawn wagons. The milk trucks now had engines. After loading up at the milk company we drove off on his rout...
vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
it beats love because there aren’t… wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or… or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boil… eggs counting the seconds out loud…
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
The next day I sat in the hall in my green tin chair, waiting to be called. Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose. It was very red and very raw and very fat and...
listen, he said, you ever seen a b… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and… will climb up on top of the others
The 5th grade was a little better. The other students seemed less hostile and I was growing larger physically. I still wasn’t chosen for the homeroom teams but I was threatened less. Da...
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,
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.
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...