Things That Surprise Me
That the guy at Office Max doesn't know where the Post-Its are.
That the man from the beautiful antique shop does his laundry at the laundramat.
That the Asian market on 18th Street carries mostly Mexican foods.
That bus drivers can be in good moods when they have to drive something that big.
That gang members eat oranges.
That the man from the beautiful antique shop does his laundry at the laundramat.
That the Asian market on 18th Street carries mostly Mexican foods.
That bus drivers can be in good moods when they have to drive something that big.
That gang members eat oranges.
These Things
Sarah Fontaine and I are reading together at Adobe Books on March 11th! Come check it out. We will be charmingly nervous and there will be martinis made with SF Vodka.
A Reminder
Remember: TOMORROW IS SEMESTER OF LOVE!
Join us at 7pm at the Carville Annex for a READING/ART SHOW/MUSIC/WINE extravaganza!
Picture by Carmen Winant, who also has work in the show!
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Pairs of People Eating Pie
At first there is the possibility that they are related: this is an awkward re-kindling of a fretful step mother and a drugged out teenage boy. Or a brother whose gone off the deep end, an overworked responsible sister, ready to pay for his part of the check. They buy pie: he gets banana cream and she apple crisp. He has tattoos on each of his fingers, maybe from jail or rehab where his friend could have had a tattoo gun. She is all apple crisp: red pressed shirt and rosy fruits for cheeks. Hoop earrings. Nervous teeth. Hair freshly cutting at her cheekbones. They sit and arrange themselves, and I see their power dynamic change. She becomes younger than him, he becomes confident. His tattoos become strong and safe. Io vorrei parlare solamente in Italiano, she says haltingly. He is teaching her Italian, with a sweet crumb of crust stuck to his delinquent lip. He takes his hat off for her, looks her directly in the eyes.
The gay guy must have just come out. He is trying on his new lisp. His tighter clothes are newly purchased, his nails freshly painted red. He tells his BFF about the party last night. Then it turned into a dance party. His BFF is an enormous Mexican woman with a chunk of black bangs that squat on her forehead like a moustache. She eats nothing, sips black coffee. He stabs at a berry blend crumb cake and drinks Coke. He is one third the size of his BFF. They love each other as much as she loves her red sunglasses, which sit next to her on the table like a piece of glitter. She plays with her acrylic nails and they gossip in a way that only BFFs can. These light fixtures are amazing. I had no idea they were going out. Awkward! Totally. Yes.
The professional looking woman is the one who’s getting interviewed. The casual, younger one is the one who calls the shots. With her blonde hair in a pinned up mess, she sits tall and asks questions while the tight haired brunette smudges her lipstick onto her cup and answers.
He’s been out bicycling, she’s been waiting for him to get back. They share rhubarb in the center of the table, taking turns with the bites. She looks too good for him, but maybe that’s why they’re good together. His hair is graying and sweating at the edges, hers is in a playful ponytail, as if she hasn’t been dealing with it all morning. Someone is using the blender behind the counter, which annoys them. They speak so quietly to each other that it sounds like another language.
The gay guy must have just come out. He is trying on his new lisp. His tighter clothes are newly purchased, his nails freshly painted red. He tells his BFF about the party last night. Then it turned into a dance party. His BFF is an enormous Mexican woman with a chunk of black bangs that squat on her forehead like a moustache. She eats nothing, sips black coffee. He stabs at a berry blend crumb cake and drinks Coke. He is one third the size of his BFF. They love each other as much as she loves her red sunglasses, which sit next to her on the table like a piece of glitter. She plays with her acrylic nails and they gossip in a way that only BFFs can. These light fixtures are amazing. I had no idea they were going out. Awkward! Totally. Yes.
The professional looking woman is the one who’s getting interviewed. The casual, younger one is the one who calls the shots. With her blonde hair in a pinned up mess, she sits tall and asks questions while the tight haired brunette smudges her lipstick onto her cup and answers.
He’s been out bicycling, she’s been waiting for him to get back. They share rhubarb in the center of the table, taking turns with the bites. She looks too good for him, but maybe that’s why they’re good together. His hair is graying and sweating at the edges, hers is in a playful ponytail, as if she hasn’t been dealing with it all morning. Someone is using the blender behind the counter, which annoys them. They speak so quietly to each other that it sounds like another language.
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