Nina’s glasses were from Calvin Klein and every time she served wine (in Chicago), she broke one or someone did. Every time I was over (three or four get-togethers) it happened. Then in New York (they had left us), her fiancé left. He left her because she was an alcoholic. (And she took cocaine onto […]
In the story of the lady in the moon, there is only one ending: to live out her nights as a captive, over and over, as if some necessary penance, as if a sorrow to see a woman paper-thin against the lesser light.
Before a screw in the rail broke the skin / on my hand as I told my brother not to open / the door for anyone.
rejection comes with the territory, doesn’t it?
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