My feet are cold.
Just like my hear…mwah ha ha heart.
Prediction
In the end things were so bitter between us we couldn’t stand to be in the same room.
A prediction for the future.
Wife
My wife thought she knew me.
So funny what people think.
Breaking up
Oh dear you seem to be breaking up.
Time to patch the clay girl.
Found things
I cleaned my room and found many of the things you had left behind.
My self-respect wasn’t amongst them.
College
I studied what you studied because I had no idea what to do.
Probably should have asked you first if you knew what you were doing, right?
A New Cell
Ever thought about how prisons resemble small cities? I’m going to make it a goal to vacation at one of these private locations.
Hee-bee-jee-bies
Her cousin was dating her best friend; and even though at times it seemed a little inbred, for the most part it didn’t bother her. But when they sat behind her in the back row of the cinema house, and he winked while slathering on chapstick, she cringed.
Marketing girl
I attributed all kinds of complex motivations to your behaviours and spent a long time working out how to work with you.
Then I realised I just needed to shake something shiny in your eyeline and you’d get distracted and totally forget all that marketing bullshit.
Neighbour
I give you feeble excuses not because I fear the truth would destroy you, but because I fear it would destroy me.
Or maybe it would destroy the neighbour, I don’t know.
Jobs
I don’t want to call you because I know it will end with you asking for money again.
There are plenty of jobs around – what exactly is the problem getting one?
Latest in technology
I am the latest in technology.
I sensed your heartbeat quickening as you stepped closer to me.
grief
I don’t usually smoke.
In this moment, however, the only thing more appropriate than a cigarette would be for it to be my funeral instead.
Beaches
I’d shake it all out – watch it fall out like runny, shiny, smooth, glassy beads. The sand in my shoes warm from the sun that played all afternoon on the golden beaches –
I would run my fingers through my hair wet at the nape of my neck.
Mother
She is trapped in a gilded cage. Trapped shut in a cage of her own making – one that she refuses to own.
Swimmers at the local swimming pool
I used to be one of them – a show off, fast, showing off my moves, floating belly side up like a poached egg but now my new body is soft with body fat, it is still a comfort fit although it feels so different when I see myself in passing mirrors.
It feels as if I am staring at my face in water; in a million different pieces that somehow does not quite have the right fit.
Half in love
My mother has stretched out her legs and put them
on my fathers lap -‘He is mine. Stay away or go away this is our private time.’
So I disappear to my room – she doesn’t have to say much to make me the Outsider.
Unscheduled Performance
The old man stopped in the center of the crowded department store before he took off his clothes and did a little dance.
The panicked shoppers fled and three mannequins in the back turned their heads and vomited sawdust onto the floor.
The Accomplice
Her footsteps loosened the aged mahogany floor when she stumbled into her room one night; and for the sake of not interrupting her roommate she did not turn on the lights. With not a care for the couple’s rustling and kissing adjacent to her, she let the large volume of rum from a prior dinner party coax her to sleep–without knowing that she was the accomplice for her roommate’s murder.
Continuity problems
I have continuity problems.
I’ll tell you what my problem is, I said.