blood flow

when someone is sleeping, it appears that their ear is twitching/wiggling, but it is actually blood being pumped through the neck that makes the ear flutter.

boobs

he said her breasts hung flat, like tears, perpetually suspended in sad defeat.

breathe out, so i can breathe you in

the rattle of an air vent as the a/c or heater turns on. loose screws, the rattle and vibration of metal; the flow, the breath, the inhalation, if in a room with a dropped ceiling or closed door. the seams of the room
rattle and shift. expanded and rustled, resting back into place. the sound of ceiling panels lifting for a second; suspension followed by gravity's reclamation of what's rightfully his.

pretentious bullshit or sensory recollection? who the fuck knows.

bakersfield blues

they are in the car, on the freeway. he rolls down her window. her hair, freshly combed, thrashes about-- onto her lips, into her mouth-- sticking to her lip gloss. she doesn't move, he doesn't ask, a bird craps on the windshield.

detail

a character who reads in the bath. rips book a part, page by page, and places each one in a ziploc bag. has bags of books in house. often mixes books up. lets stories tumble as they may.

an assortment

"that made me laugh so much i felt vulnerable inside." a.v. club user comment.

an old woman with no neck, her cheeks sag, leaving her head/neck as one flappy skinned ball. she is bent over, round backed. when she gets up she looks as if she is going to fall over; go into a gentle tuck and roll, armadillo style. a somersault. she crumbles into a ball, slowly; over the years. back into a fetus shape until cracking, falling apart; softening until there is no shape left at all.


on the other side of the one way mirror- title/quote

the devil is in the details

a man ironed his dress shirt. it is crisp, it has perfect creases, it also shows the grid pattern of the ironing board in ghostly white. the grid is visible in patches. the shirt is marred by wearer's obsession with clean lines; unwrinkled cloth. he pressed too hard; ironed too much. he perfected his way to imperfection.


a woman walks in heels. it echoes. the clack sound is constant except for the occasional scuff; the slight drag of the heel; a misstep; a slackened pace. the rhythm is broken, the enchantment of her walk disturbed. she must begin again.