In the mornings, I avoided the thought, when I woke on the warm side of a bed and later, as the dog scratched at the door. Breakfast, he begged. God damn – take a breath Juno, we moaned back, our faces pressed into pillows. The familiarity of our life – I wanted to preserve. To... Continue Reading →
Happy Birthday, Somewhere
In the morning, I wash the inside of a french press with a sponge, and grab the brown bag of coffee grounds from behind the sink. I shake to loosen what's left before turning the bag over the press, watching as the grounds spill to the bottom. As I fill the kettle with water and... Continue Reading →
I am pulling up in front of his house, with a round plastic container of shredded Parmesan bouncing around the passenger seat. He called earlier in the week. "I found a few things, cleaning out storage. I think you may want them." I could've asked what the items were, and determined then whether they were... Continue Reading →
Seville, Spain, 2011 It's late, and we'd talked for hours. Long enough that when we looked away, our eyes burned from the light off our screens, and our ears sore from the headphones pressing against them. I'm fucked tomorrow, I groaned, glancing at the clock to the bottom right of the computer. What I remember... Continue Reading →
It's 20 past the hour when I finally throw open the door to the restaurant we agreed to meet. He's easy to spot, his long, braided hair setting over his right shoulder; I see him through the window walking up, and glide past the hostess stand with a signal that implies 'I know where to... Continue Reading →
Eyes: Blue or Green?
I still think about him, he says, the ash of his cigarette flaking off near my shoe. As we all do, I shrug, tired of the runaround. We all think of him. Every day probably. I don't. I shrug again - but it feels forced. Well however much then; we all do. I mean, I... Continue Reading →
2007: Something Special
Know that I love you a way that I will never love anybody else, you wrote once, after the funeral. Maybe I'm a fool. But you give me something special that I cant explain. Do you know that nobody knows me like you? We were 18 then. Our best friend had died. And we'd never... Continue Reading →
Old Crow Medicine Show: Wagonwheel
It's 8:30-something AM and Riley and I are sitting in the dorm cafeteria before class. "There's this guy," he said that morning. "He looks like him." Oh yeah? I said, biting into a hardened bagel. Bradley had been dead for a couple of months. I made a face; shaking out the crumbs from my sweater.... Continue Reading →
Thanks For Teaching Me How To Slice Bananas
I just want to know, I said that night, siting on a bench under a street lamp. All these years, and did I leave you with anything? I asked. Did I leave a mark, so when you do this thing you'll forever think "there was this girl, one time, she showed me how to do... Continue Reading →
Did you know it was over?
I shake my head. Doesn’t matter what I say though, you’ll think I did. Not true, I’m open to a new narrative. Oh please, I say – putting up my hand. You’re not above a self-serving narrative, G, no matter how ‘woke’ you are. He doesn't disagree. I was checked out before you proposed,... Continue Reading →