I met my husband at the circus and he was not a silly clown or an arrogant lion tamer or even an overly muscled trapeze man.
He owned the arena and I fell for him immediately.
Fin
Rusty carriages and a truly predictable path.
Shuttling along alone and all I want is this journey to end, to cease, fin.
Meat Pie
Can you believe it? A meat pie for $6.20?
Santa
Gotta face it.
Santa is not real.
Japan
Did you see Godzilla?
Did you feel like you were Lost in Translation?
The Girl
I saw the girl stare at me outside. It was the middle of the night.
Appendix
I had my appendix removed.
Then, my bibliography.
His Whispers
He whispered erotic fantasies as he touched me gently. The desire of ecstasy flowed through my body.
The end of 14 Robbie St
Long hair long gone; red hair in the red.
All over SMS FIGHT.
Heaven
Heaven. Getting a blowjob while looking into the sun.
Let tranquility reign from beginning to end of earth today and everyday so the weapons of war become silent evermore. Warfare has no purpose other than to establish the superior man, what will become when there is only one man remaining?
Spell
She thinks I’m under her spell.
Foolish foolish foolish.
Rethinking My Motives
As I woke to the oddly-smelling, dirty motel room, I reflected on why I was here. It was all because of an argument, and now there was a strange woman with me in a strange place, and I had an odd-looking rash where rashes oughtn’t be; why do these things happen to me?
Sneezing
So apparently a butterfly flapping wings can cause a hurricane.
Can you imagine what a cat sneezing must do?
Winner Takes All
As he adjusted the cumberbund on his tuxedo, he thought of her, how they’d known her all his life, been in love with her for most of it, and what a great wife she was going to be. He straightened his tie, opened the door, and walked down the stairs where his best friend greeted him with, “Ready to go be my best man?”
Weekend
I roamed a post-apocalyptic wasteland, fighting off flesh-stealers and night-breathers and seeking, always seeking the pure water of God.
What did you get up to?
Fucking
There were two great things about all the fucking we did.
The first was that it left no time for serious relationship talk and the second was, well, the fucking.
Plan
We agreed we needed a plan.
You didn’t say anything about it not sucking hard.
Conjecture
“You’re dead,” he breathes.
“I am,” I respond.
Dog’s Life
With his belly full and his bladder empty, he sits there in the blanket nest I meticulously crafted for him in the center of my bed, smug as I leave for work. Surely he was napping even before I made to the car.