Category: In My House
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Perhaps
Perhaps I will write about it or perhaps I won’t. I should be asleep right now, but I’m not. Usually when there’s someone sleeping in my bed, I can fall right off to sleep with a speed that is amazing to my usually alone-sleeping self, but not tonight. Bez sleeps beside me, on her back,…
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Shower Dog
The water is running in the shower, and I am sitting naked on the bathroom floor, waiting for the dog inside to get out so that I can get in. It’s not my dog in the shower. I don’t have a dog. I don’t know who he belongs to, if indeed he belongs to anyone.…
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Pirates In My Pants
Woke from a dream that I was in a vast cavern by the sea, being rushed by a gang of pirates, and with only a sabre to defend myself. When they had each stabbed me, because there was no way I could defeat them all on my own, I collapsed in a dead heap at…
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Storming the Ramparts
I am being attacked today at every turn, an endless onslaught that is wearing and tearing me down, making me think that perhaps I should have just stayed in bed and not even bothered with the day at all. That might have been for the best. I’m not storming a castle, by any means, or…
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Cinnamon
I wake today from an unrewarding sleep and find myself unmotivated and listless. It is too much trouble to put on clothes, so I wrap a blanket around myself and shuffle into the kitchen, thinking perhaps that some sinfully black coffee will put me into a different state of mind, but once there I find…
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Charles Bronson
I walked myself into the ground today, and I am absolutely worn out tonight. I didn’t realize just how much I’d overdone it until I got up off the sofa after watching a movie and had some serious aches running right up my legs from my ankles all the way up. I think I need…
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Paper
I only saw him once, the origami man, but in my neighborhood, for months you could see evidence of his passing wherever you looked: a paper crane, leaning against a napkin holder at the coffee shop down the street; a pyramid of expandable balloons piled inside the newspaper dispenser outside the liquor store; a different…
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The Kitchen God
I am building a god in my kitchen, piece by piece. His legs are old rusty kitchen tongs, the sort used for lifting ice blocks in the days before electric refrigerators. He is bowlegged, and his feet are sharp and full of tetanus. When he walks across the counters, he leaves scratches in the formica.…
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Everything Is Blue
It is cold in the bathroom, cold in the entire house. I do not raise the heat these days. I like it cold. There is an unseen layer of blue draped like curtains, like drop cloth, like hospital sheets, draped over everything. The bath mat is blue. The towel is blue. My skin is not…