chocolate mussolini

My weekend, in no kinda condensed large-print format for my elderly readers. Sorry, grampa. Saturday, I got up and walked in a sore-ish manner. Since painful miles can be multiplied tenfold, I did 70! In an hour and a half! Yes. Somewhere in DMZ between Calhoun and Harriet, my dad called with his demands. He’d be at my place soon ...

to you. today i folded up your clothes and i put away your ring. i stopped wearing it the other day. the rest is packed in boxes, already somewhere new. i guess i’ll find it all later. i’m crying every day now, and sometimes it hurts to breathe. it’s hard to keep on moving without you. it’s harder to wake ...

Hi-ho1. Today I bumped up against something I feared I would last week: I ran out of work. This is the first time since I began this 8-week project ten months ago that this has happened. I kind of didn’t know what to do. So I bid farewell to my officecompadres and came home, where I could be infinitely more ...

stories. remember that night i was upstairs in your huge beautiful house in the bathroom with the whirlpool tub and glass shower and tv mounted on the ceiling and huge underlit vanity and you were downstairs smoking and i thought, ‘you can have all this and it’s meaningless because you’re completely alone’, and then i settled my hair back down ...