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“Who’s your favorite singer, Daddy?” “You guys, of course. You and your sister,” I say. They both smile, and the light of the day comes to their faces. I watch them take on breath, soft words popping from sweet lips, both right on key. Their cotton hearts are glued to the sugary tone of a […]
“I think I’m ready,” she said. Clive and I sat beneath a hue of warm red, flickering red, a bouncing light from the candle that sat in the middle of our corner table. I could see it on her too; it touched her face, Karen’s, like a possession. She smiled like a child, nervous, excited […]
“It’s ok, Dad. The nurse will bring me water soon. She always brings it at 5:35, every day at 5:35. She’s never late,” said James. “Oh yeah? She sounds like quite a nurse,” I said. I pressed a cool, wet cloth against his lips. They were exceptionally dry today, peeling, thin lines of cracked red. […]
“Does Wilson need to go out,” I asked. My wife was in the tub with salt scrubs. A rolled up towel rested softly under her neck, a wet face-cloth covered her eyes. It was a well-deserved end to a long day at Legoland with the kids. Sade bellowed zen-like from her cellphone that rested on […]
“Hey, so how many d—” “Ninety days,” he said. “How the fuck did you know what I was gonna ask you?” I said. “You haven’t eaten meat in ninety days?” “Just my wife’s vagina.” There was laughter. “Hey dude! Umm, Why are you only wearing underwear, and why the fuck are you hanging out of […]