Temporary Attractions

In August they appear shimmering in the highway haze. Metal caravans refracting the sun. They set up in plain view. In parking lots or the rented dirt of fair grounds. By nightfall they’re up, red lights running, the kind of cheap attraction built to go up as quickly as it comes down. The crowds wander … Continue reading Temporary Attractions

The Good Day

I found my grandfather’s funeral program in the junk drawer, looking for batteries to put in the remote-control car my son had just unwrapped for Christmas. I found it underneath the Chinese take-out menus, phone books and old coupons; he was Xeroxed on the front in black and white, a young 18-year-old version I had … Continue reading The Good Day

The Composition of Dust

On Saturdays, she stays inside to wipe away the residue of the work-week, covering every surface of the house like dust. She scrubs and scours every seam, in between feeding machines constant cycles of dirty then clean. All the while, she knows, in the kitchen, fruit on the counter is going soft in spots and … Continue reading The Composition of Dust

The Taste of Paper

      After seven years of silence —a soft mumble of an email. I miss you. More of a murmur in sleep than a conscious sentiment. But we were never friends. More like refugees huddled together trying to survive the same war. Waiting in blown-out rooms for our men to return from the torn … Continue reading The Taste of Paper

Of Wings and Worms *rewrite 

Of Wings and Worms They form a circle on the edge          of the neighborhood, a flock of females in designer sweat suits, leaving her to stare down the soft gullets of their hoods. I sit outside their circumference on a bench, still leaking weeks later A slow-drip       —of … Continue reading Of Wings and Worms *rewrite 

Phototaxis

  Side by side, we enter separate time zones. You Australia, me—Japan. We are in the same room but still separated by a cloud of pixels—billions of free-floating information particles we cycle in and out between us like air. We are like twin pupae forming in the blue incandescence. We’ve grown, attached to the same … Continue reading Phototaxis

The Wailing Wall

    All that remains is the marble of your back as you lie on your side asleep like a fallen column on bed sheets stretching out between us like   forty    years   of    Sinai    sand. I read the ridge of your spine skimming the braille of vertebrae for something buried deep as memory You shift … Continue reading The Wailing Wall

The Consumer and the Consumed

In a windowless room, our shirts pushed up over the elbows, in order to touch the bottom without getting wet.   Feeling in the muck, through the foreign food bodies, for the soft stick of forks and the smooth underbelly of spoons.   The mist from the sprayer slicks every surface to a dangerous sheen. … Continue reading The Consumer and the Consumed

Celestial Bodies

CELESTIAL BODIES Luna traced her finger down the long crack in the cement stoop they sat on. It ran under her feet like a fault line and disappeared under the toe of Sam’s dark Van shoe beside her—something a teenage skater would more likely wear than a married father approaching his forties—but somehow they always … Continue reading Celestial Bodies