August 2009
3 posts
Fox Confessor
I walked to work on Friday behind a tall man in a trench coat. Unbeknown to him, the belt of his trench had slipped from a loop and fallen to his side, dragging along the sidewalk through puddles and dog shit. Five years ago I was the victim of a similar incident, my lack of self-awareness making a fool of me. At that time I was a student at the Bread Loaf School of English in rural Vermont. The...
Swamp Ass
Are you happy now, Summer?
Metal Mouth
I was ready to forget that last Monday ever happened. Work was terrible, my schedule was driving me towards a breakdown, and, thanks to the heat and humidity, my coworkers finally saw how profusely I sweat. The silver lining was my new paper shredder, something I had been meaning to buy ever since a certain asshole stole my debit card information (and $900) and my cubicle mate embarked on an...